This evening, as I was filling the bathtub up with enough water to cover yet not drown a three-year-old, I left Austin to his own devices in our living/dining/sleeping room. Over the thunderous roar of our janky old faucet, I could hear something. Yes, I heard some sort of drumming.

Austin was sitting in this book sized fed-ex box that has recently become a specialized cabinet, made for holding and protecting dinosaur bones. No, they are absolutely not rocks from the park. I swear. He was sitting in the box, on the er, bones, with his knees up above his chin just wailing away on the box flaps. He did this for a good ten minutes before he even thought about turning around to see if I was watching this performance. I was, but I ducked out of view...I didn't want to embarrass him. I should not have been worrried, a few minutes later he took off all his own clothes, giggled and ran into our front hallway where he proceeded to hide behind the curtain we have on the front door. This is probably a good time to mention that our front door is mostly glass. And Austin was clearly in an EMBARRASSMENT FREE ZONE.