We beat the storm home last night, before the roads were closed due to high winds and pick up sticks across the highway. My kids met me at the door, ooey and gooey with affection.
When it came time for bed, Lexi stomped her foot and declared: "Why? So you two can have stupid! inappropriate! talk! time!?" Oh, the drama.
Greg and I grinned and patted her poor neglected little head and turned her to her room.
My departure seemed to cure surly daughter disease.