It was so peaceful at our house this weekend it was actually boring. The house stayed clean, and the girls played endless girl games without being antagonized. Nonetheless, we three females were quite happy with the return of chaos last night. The boys marvelled at the clean house and the fact that we'd actually baked chocolate chip cookies and there were still a lot left. After being scrubbed at length, they still smell faintly of wood smoke, but beyond that, they seemed to have had a great time backpacking and camping. They met up with Mitch's brother, Michael, and his son, Oliver. I asked Henry how it went.

"I didn't brush my teeth for three days! And Oliver isn't allowed say 'fart' or 'butt'."

Wow. If Henry wasn't allowed to say 'fart' or 'butt', I'm not sure if he'd be able to communicate anymore.