Shut The Door, Keep Out The Dill Pickles

It's summertime again. This means, among other things, that my boys will be spending more time at their dad's house. They are gone for a 15 day stretch right now, and I miss them terribly, but there are awesome reminders of them everywhere.

I normally keep their bedroom doors open all the time, so I can see their beds and toys when I walk by. But, due to the 105 degree weather we've been having, I decided to close up their rooms in an attempt to save on my A/C bill (though that might be futile at this point). I kind of thought it was going to be a sad thing, walking the hall and only seeing shut doors, but I was wrong.

I guess I didn't pay much attention to these signs on their doors before now. I knew they were there, of course, but I realized their noteworthiness tonight. These aren't the first works of art signs to grace their doors, but they are pretty fantastic. And also a little perplexing.

This is the sign on Noah's door, made for him by Jackson. This sign is all about keeping it simple and to the point.


And this is the sign on Jackson's door... which is very pointed, but in no way simple.


Dare I say we'd all be better off without Bandits, Nazis, Demonds, and Dill Pickles waltzing through our bedroom doors? I don't know about you, but the last thing I want walking in my room is Dog Poop.

Noah, however, is welcomed anytime.