Infiltration of Little People

Little People, a girl, a boy, and a baby, entered our sons lives first, then ours.

Immediately, they stole our hearts, and we capitulated, "Awwwww."

Then they toddled on 2 feet and said "Nana" not as endearment but as in "We want your bananas!"

After two of them reached doorknob height, they quietly forayed into the bathroom and discovered our toothbrushes, they returned to the living room to bare their pearly whites and declare, "Teef clean!"

But all was held in the balance when the youngest put together two awe inspiring words; breaths were held, women were askance, men mentally bowed to her intelligence when with a Vanna White grin the one year old patted her padded rear end and bragged, "I farted."

Finally, we knew without a drop of doubt that all was lost when we located their misplaced shoes -- the granddaughter's first, then days later the kinship care boy's --  sitting left beside right, purposely parked next to Grandpa's on the shoe shelf.

Little People!  They decided.  They planted their flags.  They're here to stay.