Quinn: "Max!! I've got one for you!"
This is what he says while running passed me, wearing a shoebox on his head, and carrying another one in his hand.
After a few much needed chats with sisters, some swedish fish and lighting half a box of matches for the boys to blow out, I'm feeling much better.
There's hope for this day.
p.s. I find this slightly inappropriate to be printed on children's jammies: