Taylor and I were sitting in the family room watching a bit of Tom and Jerry (her favorite) before school. The boys wandered off to the playroom to do their thing. I check on them every few minutes, because even though they are in a “safe space,” they still get into trouble. For example; one of their favorite activities is flipping over their comfy Pottery Barn sofa chairs, unzipping them, and pulling apart the foam that’s inside.

Anyway, as we were sitting there, the entire downstairs began to get really warm. The sun was shining down through the sliding glass doors, so I didn’t think too much of it at first. Then, I started to smell something different. It smelled like when our heat kicks on, only a bit different. It was amplified. I walk into the playroom to find out that the boys had turned up the heat. They turned it up to 90 degrees. No joke. If I’m going to be in 90 degree temperatures, I’d prefer it to be an island somewhere. Apparently, when you have one twin steady the tool bench, the other can easily climb atop it and maneuver the heating controls. I watched them attempt it again later in the day, so I know how they managed it. It looks like we are going to need to rearrange the room again or invest in some sort of lock for the heat control…