It started like this...

When we got back home from picking up the boys we all got into bed to watch cartoons because the boys were "tired." Trevor was too tired to get from the car to the door and I had to hoist him on my back with Sammie on my hip while making sure that Tyler didn't bang my neighbors car door (again). Not to mention that the boys had to have raffie, motorcycle, a tanker truck, and ipod to bring to Summer Camp. Guess what? Not one boy carried one of those things. I put the ipod in my sock, the tanker truck in my purse and raffie got stuck in Tyler's shorts. I have no idea where the motorcycle went.