We saw several of Chris’s friends over the course of today and ended the day at his cousin’s, where the family has just welcomed their third son a couple of weeks ago. When we were in Korea last summer, we saw a street vendor demonstrating these “pig splat” toys in a trendy shopping area in Seoul. You take this squishy orange ball with a pig face on it, slam it down on a hard surface, and the ball “splatters” on the ground, then slowly gathers itself up and becomes a ball again. We thought it would be a fun, inexpensive gift to get Chris’s cousin’s sons, so we bought two of them. As we drove to their house, I asked Chris how long he thought these balls would last, fearing that they’d barely last an hour. When we got there, the kids were so excited to play with these that they threw them constantly on the floor and on the ceiling, squeezing them to the point that both burst and even had liquid oozing out of them. It was nonstop screaming and laughing and throwing until the last little bit of liquid spilled out.

Thirty minutes. Little boys are like little monsters. I do not understand how anyone can raise three sons at once. Good luck to them.