We have a large window like opening to look from the dining room to the kitchen (I know it has a name but can't think of it). Charlotte was sitting at the kitchen table because James and his morning nanny were at the dining table playing BeyBlade while he ate his breakfast. When his nanny left, he turned to torment poor Charlotte.
James came up with the perfect solution for his problem, he was just going to have his sister carry his book to the car. Charlotte, speed brushing her hair begging me to tell her the cowlick was gone (this is the "do these pants make my butt look big?" situation I wasn't going to deal with today) told him to carry his own book because she had her own heavy books to carry. I told James to pick up his book and Charlotte to consider the cowlick a curl and let's GO. Both kids shot me THAT look and I headed for the door. Charlotte put down the brush, picked up James's book and put it in his hands and basically told him to deal with it. James looked at her and said, "It is a freakin' curl! Deal with it."
And now, I am home and it is quiet (K.D. Lang is singing but she was invited!). Time for breakfast and last night's episodes of The Following and Castle. PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!