A Son at Every Turn

I can't take two steps in our home without running into one of my sons. I go into the living room and there's Rai, running around, tugging at my pant legs. I step into the dining room and there's Ko, on the floor by the bookshelf. I go to the bathroom and open flies the door, Rai laughing at the other end. I sit down to do some grading and there's little Ko, right on the dining room table.
If any of this sounds like a complaint, it's not! In fact, could life get any better than running into your beautiful sons at every turn? I think not.