Here is an idea of what goes on almost every day after the boys eat breakfast.
(I sneaked downstairs to film this through that open-window-thing-above-the-banister.) (And sneaked is, in fact, a word. Snuck is incorrect. That seems weird.)
And after they caught me...
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| I laid down on the stairs to hide, but they found me and then wanted a picture. |


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