Raisin' my boys right

My husband was giving the boys a bath this evening, and I was lying on the couch, half comatose from having worked 12 hours every day this week on 3-4 hours of sleep per night. He yelled for me to come, and I grumpily refused at first, but decided that it had to be something good for him to risk pissing off a sleep-deprived crazy woman.



Youngest child sat on the toilet (we have to make him do this before a bath or he'll pee on his brother) and my husband walked out to get something. While he was gone, youngest child discovered the magazine stash.


Here you see my toddler flipping through the pages of this month's Maxim.







We decided to get his attention so he'd crack a smile...he didn't look up right away, he flipped the page and THEN looked up.







We pretty much had to drag him away to get him into the tub.


I think it may be time for Daddy to stash his magazines elsewhere.