It had been one of those nights where it seems the kids had some sort of springs in their beds. They'd gotten up for glasses of water, claimed they hadn't brushed their teeth, that they were hungry, etc. So when Nathan came out AGAIN, he barely got to state his case...
"Nate. Get back in bed."
"But Mommy, my bed is shaking. It's really really true!"
Daddy walked halfway up the stairs to take over.
"Nathan, it's because you keep jumping in and out of your bed. Stay in bed."
The door creaks. Lucy is now up as well.
"Daddy, my bed is shaking."
Daddy is fed up: "Lucy get in bed. Nathan get in bed."
Mommy is fed up as well: "Both of you get your bottoms back in your beds!"
*ching a ling a ling* I get a text message from my mom. Oh!
I go running upstairs to David who is thisclose to handing out some spankings.
"Uhhh, David. Apparently there was an earthquake. They probably DID feel their beds shaking."
Lucy says, with a smile: "I thought there was a crocodile under my bed but it was just an earthquake!"
And she hopped back into bed with a smile.
This stay of execution has been brought to you by The Grandma Sisi Foundation: Using text messaging technology to save the heinies of cute and snuggly grandchildren everywhere.