Friday evening I was hurrying the kids into the car. I was dropping them off at Jennifer's where they were going to spend the night. They had just spent the entire afternoon asking if it was time to go, yet when it finally was time to go, they started riding their scooters, playing with trucks, throwing sticks, picking their noses - everything but getting into the car as I had requested.
Peter said, "I'm excited to go on a sleepover."
I replied with, "Me too."
Peter said, "I know why you're excited."
"Why am I excited?" I asked, curious as to what his answer was going to be.
"Because you want to get rid of us!" he exclaimed and then he and Sarah broke out into little giggles as they both began to accuse me of wanting to get rid of them.
Then last night as I was hurrying them into the bath (it was already past their bedtimes and they were overtired from the sleepover the previous night) Sarah said, "I know why you are in a hurry to get us to bath and bed!"
"Why?" I asked.
"Because you want to get rid of us!" She and Peter broke out into giggles again.
I guess they're on to me - although I would prefer it if they would phrase it "are tired and need a rest" instead of "get rid of us."