The doctor said Levi isn't saying enough words. I asked Weston to help teach him some new words. So he is teaching him the important ones like "Wes-Wes" and "Nutella". 

Dallin: Pizza hut. Pizza butt. Hahaha I said Pizza butt!!

Weston: That's not funny. 

It was getting close to bedtime and Levi was quietly playing with a tape measure on one side of the couch. I sat on the other side and started playing with my phone. Levi crawled across the couch, snuggled next to me and continued playing with the tape measure.

Later dad instigated a game of tackle mom on the floor. As they finished piling on mom, Levi gets down from the couch and comes to lay down on the floor by my side. 

Weston: You're acting like I'm your slave!

Mike: I'm not acting. You really are my slave. 

I should have known there was trouble when I walked into the boys bathroom and it smelled good. Dallin had squirted half of the Costco sized bottle of baby shampoo all over the toilet and wall. It was all down the wall, a giant puddle behind and on both sides of the toilet, dripping down the sides of the toilet and if I press on the baseboard, soap oozes out from underneath. 

The trash can in the boys bathroom is full of torn pieces of unused toilet paper. According to dallin, the toilet paper "wouldn't tear in a straight line" and was therefore unusable. 

Sitting at the dinner table, Dallin has a glazed over look on his face and is not eating.

Dad: is something wrong?

Dallin: no. I'm just waiting for my penis to get small again.