Today we veered toward the doing versus the getting done.

Peaches, pretzels, pieces of paper, the boys have been turning everything into hearts for me lately.  Tuck says, Hey Mom, look what I made for ya, while he shoves whatever new artifact he's shaped within inches of my eyes.  And Tolliver forms a heart with his fingers, the way Tucker taught him, and then makes it explode.  I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean, but I do know I love them both way past crazy.