I have two sons

ages 2 and 3.  Their mother is out of town, but if all goes according to plan, I might get to watch an inning or two of the game in peace.

star at the plate
I move to a closer seat
on the couch

They're in the room across the hallway, and I can hear them if they need me.  I can only hope that a train set and a basket filled with toys will be enough to occupy their time.

Oddly enough, it's been quiet.  A little too quiet.  And then my three year-old says something that ignites my curiosity.

"I need more poop.  Do you have more poop?"

I hurry to their room and see that a large area of the wall is conspicuously brown.  My oldest son holds a boxcar topped with the "paint", while my youngest son sits on the floor with his diaper exposed just enough.  Both of them simply stare at me with a smile.

bases loaded!
a child changes the station
to a cartoon