OK, I know I said just a couple of posts ago

that I gotta love boys but today when I pulled back the shower curtain to straighten up the bath rug, this is what I was greeted by

I may change that to "gotta tolerate boys." Jacob was the instigator, but I could tell by Ryan's giggle and the way he asked in a slow drawl, "Did it scare you, mom?" that he was in on the plot, too.

In fact, now that I think about it, his voice sounded just like the time we were at Cheryl's and he gave me his ice cream to eat and it wasn't until I was done that he asked if it was good. I told him yes it was and he informed me that the cat had been licking on it so that was why he didn't eat it.

Like I said, gotta love boys.