Recently, Cason has been sleeping astoundingly late. He usually wakes up between 8 and 9 am. Last night, Colin was remarking that he had to go to bed early because he "doesn't get to sleep in until 9 every morning."

My response? If he wants to stay at home all day and change diapers of all sorts, listen to temper tantrums, guess what a toddler wants, guess what a baby wants, clean, do laundry, play tractors 12 times, read "Lightning McQueen" 18 times, watch Cars 3 times, watch Elmo in Grouchland once, maybe if you're lucky get to change your underwear and if you're really lucky take a shower all while simultaneously trying to keep to kids from dying, be my guest. Any takers?

Crickets chirping.

That's what I thought.

In other news, can you guess who my Valentine is?
This guy:

The Mr. Clean Magic Eraser is possibly the best invention known to mankind. That, my friends, is no exaggeration.