It's happening

I have always kind of prided myself on having not so typical boys. You know, calm, like books and good music, never wild and NEVER gross or inappropriate. I am lucky to be with Pompey who is very mild mannered and never uses potty humor so unless they catch me being gross with Don or Tia, they won't know it exists, right?
Wrong. Oh so wrong.
It has been happening for awhile. That after 4 pm surge of wild abandon energy that is pointless, loud, fast and constant. If you know Martha, this is the exact opposite of who I am and certainly not after 4 o'clock.
The other day, Notorious started a game with Pitufo called Scare My Pants Off which is exactly what happens. Pitufo pretend spits or acts "scary" and Notorious well, he drops his pants. At which point Pitufo grabs em and runs and Notorious is running wild and screaming in his tighty whities ALL O.V.E.R the HOUSE. It is actually quite funny but also totally not appropriate seeing as Yaya lives here too.
I conferenced with Pompey by phone and we decided it was okay when just the immediate family was home but made it VERY clear that it was not to happen with anyone or anywhere else.
So today, after 4 o'clock, the games began and I heard my sweet and mild middle child yelling "poopoo teetee caca" over and over again all through the house while chasing Notorious who had on, and I am not kidding, every SINGLE pair of underwear that he owns. He looked like he had on a huge underwear diaper cast thing. It was funny and horrible all at the same time.
Joy.
What did I do?
Well, I'll tell ya. I did what any other girly girl mother of three boys longing for just one dear daughter to even out the mix would do with her last shreds of remaining sanity.
I put on a pink tshirt and a tiara (i have many, ya know) and let the good times roll.