These boys

Ah, boys. Growing boys to be exact. Our boys have, overnight it seems, turned into 2 Tazmanian Devils. They destroy anything in their path and sometimes each other and/or themselves. They climb. They fall. They hit. They break stuff. They run. Everything's a game, even they know it shouldn't be. And they know. These are smart boys. I suppose not all boys are smart at this age, but the Cearley boys, they're smart. The phase of sweet, little, fairly calm boys has now passed and as far as calm goes, I don't expect it to return. Oy vei.