Last night as I finished my dinner, I promised the children that if they could get ready for bed quickly, I would read another chapter of The Enormous Egg before tucking them in. Little Miss C raced up the stairs, calling, "I'm going to wear my pink pajamas!"
J and I smiled, eager to fill the temporary silence with actual conversation, but were interrupted by Little Miss C yelling, "I'm putting away my dirty clothes!" and a mere moment later, "I'm brushing my teeth now!"
"Um, good." I called back, annoyed at the distraction.
I hadn't even finished my next sentence before her voice rang out, "I'm using the bathroom!"
J and I exchanged glances. "Does she really think I need a play by play report? Honestly, the bathroom?"
J just shrugged and explained, "She's tweeting."