I'm at the end of our tuck-in routine with the twins. Hubby had board meeting last night, so he wasn't home for bedtime.
Me: I'll tell Daddy to come up and give you hugs and kisses when he gets home.
Medium: Will you really?
Me: Yes. I'll tell him.
Medium: Before he starts talking?
Me: Yes. But remember, he probably won't get home until after you're already asleep.
I ended up telling Large Fry the same thing.
Okay. So I sent Hubby a text. He got home from board meeting around 9:30, and went upstairs to peek in on the kids. He was back downstairs within a minute.
Hubby: All three of 'em are out cold.
Once again, I'm at the end of tuck-in time. Hubby was still at praise team practice (which always happens on Tuesday nights), so it was just me tonight, as well.
Me: I'll tell Daddy to come up and give you hugs and kisses.
Medium [indignantly]: Like you did last time? Daddy didn't come up!
Me [trying to hold back my amusement]: Daddy did come up last night when he got home. You were already asleep!
Medium [deflated]: Oh.