We passed a threshold tonight.

Tonight, as is the biweekly custom in Castle TwoBusy, we bathed the offspring. They are grubby little creatures, and over the course of several days of digging in the dirt, slathering on sunscreen and feasting on freshly-slaughtered baby seals (family business), they begin to accrue a second skin perhaps even more thick and durable than their own natural epidermis. In keeping with one of the tenets of our social contract with America, we occasionally plunge them into hot, bubbly water to scrape away the debris and reveal, following excruciatingly careful paleontologic cleansing, the bright, shining and wondrous cherubim beneath.