The Little Ones.

Oh look, here are Rudy and Jackson ready to enjoy a classic preschool lunch of fishsticks and broccoli.  Rudy is accessorizing with bunny ears that have seen better days, and Jackson's making the face he makes after I've reprimanded him for stuffing several Squinkies in his mouth.  These two.

The other day, I pulled them around the block in our plastic red wagon to give Marley and Emma private Big Girl time so they could rehearse their circus.  This means they listened to Katy Perry Pandora radio, threw around some hula hoops, and tiptoed across the practice balance beam Todd made for our girls last year.  Anyhow, on this stroll, I overheard Rudy ask Jackson, very earnestly, very dramatically: "What are we going to do to stop the T Rex from ruling the world [whoa-ode] and knocking down all the buildings [biew-dings]?"

I don't know, Rudy.  But I do know that if that were the premise for an action-adventure movie, and it starred you and Jackson, the training montage would be amazing.