Didn’t need that.

There we are, standing around the kitchen and living room, looking through my fun new burger cookbook to pick out something to grill. We had put the kids down for their naps and things were finally quiet up stairs. All the sudden we heard Lars' door open, and our heads whip around to look up the half flight of stairs to the hallway just out side of his room. Unable to see his actual door, we notice the pull-ups he was wearing flung into the hallway. The door is shut. And all is quiet.

So we sit there for a few minutes, stunned. Eventually I break that silence when I say to Kelly, "Do you want to go check that out or should I?" "No," she responds "I'll go check on him."

Apparently he wanted to wear different pajama pants. And the Pull-ups were un-soiled.