Today after church, our 3 boys were running on top of the chairs and people thought they were just burning off energy. That fact is, however, that our boys simply don’t run out of energy. They keep going and going. While they were running, I was talking to a nice gentleman who was telling me that he came from a family of 4 boys and told me some stories of the mischief that they got in. I no more than said, “My boys are not THAT bad” when Asher came up to me to hand me what looked like a brown ball from a distance. I knew better, however. The man I was speaking with said, “What has he found?” I said, “Poop,” as I reluctantly accepted Asher’s pile of poop in my hand and then hurried him into the bathroom for an emergency clean up.