I tend to worry. Worry and wonder. What could the boys be up to? Tonight shortly before dinner an eerie hush had fallen over the playroom. I slowly rounded the corner, I did not want to interrupt gently, loving brotherly interactions...however I knew that silence couldn't be all good. When I made it into the playroom I found Max sitting quietly as his brother covered his face with tiny stickers. Seeing that no one was in immediate danger I ran up stairs to grab the camera. Jack was placing one sticker on Max, then one on himself..so on and so forth. Max was loving it. Ah, this is only a foretaste of what is to come.