Last night was one of those nights where I knew no one was going to bed on time.
Chip got stuck in traffic, so I picked up both kids, which set us back. Then, of course, we had all of the tedious little duties that seem to take a solid 30 minutes, but I deem necessary because surprise, I need order. So instead of immediately launching into dinner prep, I hung up the coats, put hats and gloves in baskets, unpacked lunchboxes, fed the dog, let the dog outside, turned on lights, gathered the mail and sorted the mail while intermittently stopping to cajole, console and manage the latest crisis.
Because kids. And kids of Type A parents, right?
So, by the time I was ready to start dinner, it was 6:30 and the kids were fried. And I was making a new recipe.
Of course I did what any sane person would do. Plopped the kids on the couch, gave them something to drink and turned on the television.
I scrolled through the options and after making their selection, I read Mary Clare and Charlie the synopsis of an episode of Sofia the First, which mentioned something about a shy friend.
"I'm not shy," said Mary Clare.
As I got Charlie settled in, I responded, "No, you're not really shy, Mary Clare. Which is so great."
"Well," she continued, "Sometimes I can be a little shy. If it's somewhere new."
"That's normal," I said.
Not to be left out, Charlie declared, "I am not shy!"
"No, Charlie," I said, "You, my boy, are definitely not shy. Ever."
"Yeah, Charlie. You are not shy," Mary Clare agreed. "Especially around the ladies."