Babies and racecars

I think somewhere, woven into the DNA of my children, there are two unspoken truths.

My girls believe that before any real fun can be had with a babydoll, they must be naked (or as naked as you are able to make them).

Then once the clothing is as removed as your little fingers will allow, you must "mommy" them to the point of breaking them.

In turn,

my boys have the ability to know exactly where every car in our house is located.

In addition, they know exactly how to make car noises for as long as their little lungs can hold breath. Then they repeat this noise approximately 3,729 times.

(Just so you know, when I took these pictures Aaron and Olivia were playing in the kitchen at the same time. Olivia with her baby and Aaron with his car. It was, perhaps, the most precious thing I'd seen all week.)