Tonight, as Seth and I were praying- "Dear Jesus, Thank you for our house, our van, my sister and brothers..." in barge Liam and Benjamin with this lovely poem: "Ooh ooh, oh, Barney got shot by G.I. Joe (and immediately my blood pressure soared to the max and I began silently hoping that they weren't about to say anything politically incorrect or more ghastly inappropriate), they went to the doctor and the doctor said- BARNEY IS DEAD." Then Benjamin proceeded to try to convince me that he was actually being more considerate than normal, because he whispered this awful tale, so as not to emotionally traumitize his two year-old brother.

That's it for tonight, people. Welcome to the world of boys.