Okay, not really, I mean, after all, my kids are only 5 and 3, but this is getting me one step closer to the distinction of "I've Heard It All."
Rachel has been trying to stay up as late as possible lately. And I don't blame her--with the time change and all, she's been taking naps. And a nap for Rachel (whether 5 minutes or 5 hours) means not falling asleep any time soon come bedtime.
Last night on one of her many trips downstairs, the conversation went something like this:
Me: Rachel, I'm getting very upset. You need to go back upstairs and stay in bed.
Rachel: Mom, I've got to ask you a question.
Me: (thinking, yeah, right) What's your question, Rach?
Rachel: Knock! Knock!
Me: (outrageous laughter mistaken for some cosmic disaster in the next county over)
