One Classy Parrot

Today we found all of our Christmas books and dusted the bookshelf in the boys' room which probably hasn't been dusted since last winter. Oops. Then Harry and Jack took off all their clothes and wrestled.

Randomly, Jack took one of his self-directed spontaneous naps, and when Ben and I found him, we thought maybe he shouldn't be left alone with raisins, and were relieved he was sleeping.

At dinner, Harry told us he wants a parrot, so he can teach it to say the names of girls' private parts.