Hmm... let's mess up dad's telescope...

I. Am. Completely. Innocent.

What's over there, where I'm not supposed to be?

Ooh, coats!

Hogan peeks out from under the blankets.

Schultz enjoys some freeze dried snacks.

Mmmmm... cozy.

The Foursome crawling among the stuff on the Papsan chair.
I've given up on keeping them inside the Grrreat Wall.

Look, I'm -touching- the Wall -- doesn't that count, mom?

Mmmmmmm... comfy...

...yes, very comfy, indeed...

Maybe she can't see me...

Schultz checks the perimeter...

Nappy time...

Traffic jam on the Grrreat Wall...

Spelunking under the beanbag.