Crack.

Tonight at dinner Micah informed us that in preschool sometimes (so this is not just one time), there is a little girl whose pants he sometimes helps pulls up.  But he only does it "when he sees that one part kind of on top that is where, you know, where her poop probably comes out."  (the crack, people.  He saw crack)  He told the entire family this with a very straight face.  He is just helping her, and like he said, "she doesn't even usually notice."  No harm there.

Also, Evan and I decided we were sick of putting the boys to bed tonight, so we let them put us to bed instead.  So at 8 p.m., we told them to tuck us in to bed and give us a kiss, then to go shut all the lights off upstairs and get into their own beds.  We told them that if they did it really good this time they could do it again sometime.  WE ARE GENIUSES!!  They thought this was the most fun thing in the world, and felt like really big kids shutting off all the lights.  So we laid there for awhile to hear if it was going to stay quiet, and it stayed totally quiet.  They got into their beds and didn't come out.  I think tomorrow I'll see if they can cook themselves dinner.