The boys are adventurers. They are scientists and explorers. They are all about discovery. They have explorer tools – these giant plastic swiss army type toys with an assortment of fold out tools. They have canteens and head mount miner lights. They have action watches with timers and alarms and magnifying glasses and compasses. They have flashlights. Many, many flashlights. And sleeping bags.

Frequently, they like to gear up and do some exploring. They put on their head lights and watches. They hang their canteens around their necks and look good in their goggles. They wander and run and jump, inside and out. They’re like little machines, in constant motion. No Avesil necessary, they are slim and trim and ready to go.

So trim, in fact, that this morning we got an unexpected show. Noah was gearing up with sunglasses, miner light and action watch. He was still wearing his pajamas, the elastic-waisted shorts of which were being a bit overtaxed by three light sabers. He had my red one, Jake’s green one and his own blue one. And as he walked around with all three light sabers hanging from the front of his shorts, we noticed that the waistband was stretched a little low. So low, in fact, that his own saber was was making an appearance.

Nevertheless, he moseyed about, nonchalant is his quad-phallic glory. And oh, how we did laugh.