There are boys in my house – and Spiderman shoes; and 200 papers in various blues. There's Bob (he's a builder) and Thomas the Train, there's a fireman coat to wear in the rain. They have cars on their shirts and frogs on their hats, there's a glove and a ball and a red plastic bat. There's dirt on a face and a smudge on a nose; grass stains on knees and sand between toes. There's bathtime at night with bodies to scrub, and when we're all done there is dirt in the tub!There's bandaids and bruises and curious bumps, there's smiles and laughter and sometimes there's grumps. There's odors most icky; there's boogers so green; there's more yucky things than I'll ever get clean. There's piles of laundry; there's stories at night; there's bedtime and bathtime and dinnertime fights.There's cars and there's trains and there's books about trucks. There's Lightning McQueen, Tow-Mater and Dizzy and Muck. Sometimes they want tents and sometimes they want frogs; sometimes they are lions, or dinos, or dogs. There are cute little vests and darling neckties all dragged right through the mud – oh what a surprise! There's running and climbing and jumping and falling and laughing and crying and hugging and brawling. And rolling and losing and finding and creeping; and whining and stealing and sometimes there's sleeping. There's tantrums and time outs and extra loud noise – There's love in my house shaped like two little boys!!