The evening in photos (and a few words)

HEY!  WHY IS CHARLOTTE TAKING A BATH WITHOUT ME?!?!?  (Because when I put you in the bath earlier and saw the copious amounts of dirt coming out of your hair and off your grubby little feet, I knew she was going to need her own bath afterward with all new water.)

I WOULD LIKE TO REGISTER MY OFFICIAL PROTEST AT THIS INJUSTICE.  (You're preaching to the choir, buddy.  Trust me -- I never wanted to run two different baths and miss out on the dual bath antics that amuse me each night.)

I AM NOT AMUSED.  (Wah wah wah -- just shove over a little so I can wash your sister's hair.)

I'M JUST GONNA CLIMB IN AND JOIN HER.  THAT'S OKAY, RIGHT MOM?  (Oh no you don't, you little twerp.  Let me see if I can get you interested in a different activity since Daddy is out of town tonight and not available for Petey-wrangling.)

HEY THERE, GOOD LOOKIN'!  (Whew.  My little narcissus and his obsession with peek-a-boo saved us from an epic tantrum.)