Marching to His Own Drummer

Brennan tends to live in his own world. From his constant joyful demeanor and endless stream of giggling, it looks like a fairly nice world.

But sometimes, you have to shake your head. Last night I am getting the boys to bed. (Which, now that they can dress themselves, basically involves me yelling out "brush your teeth!" "wash your face!" "get dressed" about a million and one times while they run around the upstairs buck naked trying to hit each other on the butt. I always imagine our neighbors watching us in our giant front window, shaking their heads and just wondering about what goes on in our house behind closed doors. Hell, I'd be wondering if I saw our antics on a replay.)

Brennan starts to get undressed into his pjs, when he stops and starts laughing hysterically.

"Look at me! I have three pairs of underwear on!" He hollers.

We all look. And yes indeed, Brennan somehow got dressed for school in the morning and layered himself into three pairs of underwear.

Brennan isn't quite sure how he did it, but it was definitely an excuse for a nice long dance jumping around in his three pairs of underwear. And then yet another dance in his birthday suit. 'Cause that is just the way Brennan rolls.

And we wouldn't have it any other way.