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The other day the boys took all the pillows from my bed and piled them on the stairs. Then they called from the bottom, "Hey Dad, try and come downstairs."

He obliged, and waded down the stairs. "Oh no! My boys have caught me! They booby trapped the stairs!"

Apparently, we have never used the term "booby trap" around my children. But they are smart, so they made the logical jump.

"Ha Ha! Let's throw boobies at Daddy!"

"Hey! I got him with a boobie!"

The ensuing pillow fight had John fallen on the floor laughing and calling to me, "Mommy, Help! I'm covered in boobies! I can't even see! I'm suffocating in boobies. My worst nightmare come true!"