As of this week, my boys are beginning to share a bedroom.

As a result, Dad the heavy disciplinarian (similar to Conan the Librarian) has to make repeated appearances.

One particularly memorable appearance:

I burst into the aforementioned shared bedroom and had to force back a rising belly laugh when our preschooler turned his shocked (and very guilty) face towards me while scaling the side of our toddler's crib. It was absolutely priceless. He was swinging his left leg over the side like he would if he was mounting a bike and halfway through the act was completely busted.

Quote from the perpetrator: "No, no ... it was an accident!!!"

Me: "Right ..."

On a slightly different note, it is hilarious to watch a one year old "rock out" to tunes from the folk band Great Big Sea.

This evening, he placed his hands on the side of the table and proceeded to "head bang" until he was very dizzy. Once in this state, he tried to climb over the arm of the love seat.

Picture the scene:

Sprawled toddler lying on the couch with eyes rolling in his head with "What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor?" blasting out of our stereo speakers.

I laughed very hard.