Because the chicken suit was at the cleaners…

The Nirvana bedtime routine is predictable. The boys eat dinner, get a bath and brush their teeth. They get to watch a show on TV if the previous three steps have gone smoothly.

It is my goal to choose something calm and unlikely to induce nightmares when choosing that show. For several years we got away with just turning on “The Goodnight Show” on Sprout. Recently, a rebellion of the older two boys has ensued with accusations of that show being “for babies”, “boring” and the worst offense in my house, “for girls”. Oh the horror.

To squash the rebellious masses, blog-Stedman has purchased some DVDs that have made the boys squeal in delight. They are relatively calm and don’t seem to cause nightmares so count me in.

Last night the show had been set on the TV and blog-Stedman and I were downstairs eating dinner when Rhett(2) came down for a wardrobe adjustment:


It appeared that his police belt was too big and kept falling down around his ankles. I fixed the problem by punching an extra hole in the flimsy belt.


Life at two was great again. He wants to make sure you note the one driving glove and his “camera”. Don’t try to tell him they are binoculars. I am just warning you. He returned upstairs to the TV.

A bit later I went up to check on the boys. I hear hysterical laughter. I walk in to them watching this:


(the episode where Gilligan accidentally has an plastic explosive tooth filling)

I turn to see this:


This:


And this: