Where on earth do kids get the stuff in their heads? I swear, it's like a never ending story in there. We went out today for a drive to a nearby lake. Nearby in Yukon terms, which means 2 hours away. The entire drive there, and the entire drive back, the Terrors sat in the backseat, yammering away. They had little Polly Pocket dolls, and they made Polly talk. And jump. And sing. And fall into the ocean where the sharks got them and made them scream like the little girls they are.
It was never, ever, EVER going to end. I think if we didn't haul them out of the car at the end of the day, they would still be out in the car, making Polly do whatever insane thing Polly does at midnight.
We staggered into the house, Hubby and I holding our pounding heads, and what did those two do? They ran downstairs to play.....