So a few weeks ago I went home from work, exhausted. At around 7 I fell asleep while the boys were playing in there room. When I awoke around 8 they were in their room. It was dark by the time I got us around and went over to my boyfriends. The next day I loaded the boys in the car and got in. I notice that my headliner appears to be falling down. Upon reaching up and touching the headliner I realize that my headliner is not falling down but that the roof of my car IS. I jump out of the car to witness what I already knew I would find. The roof of my car looked like I had been in a rollover accident. I stuck my head back in the car and questioned my boys in a loud, frightening roar.

"Did you get on top of my car?!"

Eyes wide open, too afraid to speak, Jo Jo shook his head from side to side.

I got back in the car and pushed the roof back out as best I could. It's still lumpy. When we got back to my house the incident had nearly been forgotten. Strangely, I found my camera on my front porch.

"weird" I said, not giving more than a seconds thought to it, but thankful it was intact.

Later that day, I got to looking through my photos to find the most hilarious, albeit incriminating photos ever taken by two blessed little devils I call my children. See for yourself: