After the boys napped, they raced downstairs to raid Daddy's home office for contraband like munchies and m&m's. I was still upstairs
lying on the floor trying to muster some energy tidying up their room a bit before my afternoon shift of toddler wrangling got going at full throttle.
I hear a distracted T. trying to work on his computer ask the boys; "Where's mommy?"
To which M. replied without missing a beat;
"Upstaihrs. Eating french fries and drinking beer."