What you see here, folks, is a Peanut Butter & Jelly Sandwich. That squeals. Those four sweet faces up there piled up in every order imaginable, but this particular pile-on was dubbed the PB&J. We also had cheese quesadilla, hot ham and cheese, and pancake smash.
Sometimes I wonder if we should get out more, then I see them being perfectly content to roll all over my bed and giggle and squeal. Little moments of spontaneous laughter. It makes up for a lot of spontaneous mischief.