The trouble with having an Au Pair is that sometimes you’re sitting in your den, diligently working from home and doing your part to boost Boeing shareholder value, when suddenly you hear giggling fits and scampering feet squeals of delight.  The only possible conclusion you could reach is that the Au Pair has done the unthinkable and let the children out of their cage, and that they’re now cheerfully shooting bricks into the Plasma TV.  You run out to find out what’s the matter, and you see your sons gleefully running around without pants, stepping in paint and making artwork on rolls of paper taped to the floor.  And you stop and think to yourself, self, aren’t you glad they have their underwear on?  Anyway, way to go Malina.  The result was a bit messy, but it’s awesome, and the boys loved it, and that’s kind of why we love having Au Pairs in the first place.