Scenes from Stately Price Manor.
Monday, Dinner Time:
We had sat down for my famous breakfast burritos (chorizo, scrambled eggs and green peppers, with shredded cheese and salsa for garnish). One of the kids' friends, a nice tow-headed 4-year old named Austin, came bounding up to our street-facing kitchen window on a scooter (the window was formerly a side door, so the sidewalk allows easy access).
Austin: "Can they come out to play?"
Me: "We're having dinner, Austin. After that, they can come out."
Austin: "How long will that take?"
Me (forgetting that preschoolers have no concept of time): "About ten minutes."
Austin: "OK." [Scooters away.]
Forty five seconds later.
A disembodied yellow head reappears even closer to the window.
"Are they done yet?"
"No, not yet. A few more minutes, Austin."
"OK." [Trundles off.]
Thirty seconds later.
"Can they come out yet?"
"Not quite done, Austin."
To Heather: "Should I grab a mask and hide under the window sill?"
The punchline? After the kids came out, Austin revealed that he didn't have permission to come over in the first place.
This morning: The McToddler Group at the breakfast table.
The roundtable participants are discussing Sleeping Beauty.
Madeleine: "Maleficent is mean."
Rachel: "No, Maleficent is not mean, she's evil!"
Madeleine: "Rachel, Maleficent is mean."
Rachel: "NO! EVIL!"