I ran upstairs the other day to grab some clothes for E. At the time, he was sitting naked in a cardboard box. Asking for an apple. Don't ask. So I'm coming down the stairs with the clothes in my hand, and I hear the boys laughing. It's like, seriously, the most joyous laugh. So I started feeling all warm and fuzzy. Until I heard sprinkling. I suddenly realize why they are having such fun.
N couldn't find an apple, but he found Christmas sprinkles:
And according to E, they were "YUMMY!"
Have I mentioned that I love these boys?