Karaia almost caught us tonight.
The kids were supposed to be in bed...sleeping.
Kev and I were in the living room doing the things parents do this time of the year. We had already run some interference a few times with Karaia as she kept getting out of bed with super-important-can't-possibly-wait-'til-morning items to discuss with us. Shortly after the last time of putting her back to bed there was a loud knock on the door. I jumped so high!!!
It was my cute friend dropping off a gift. As we were saying our goodbyes, we were interrupted by a little voice at the top of the stairs. I jumped again! When I landed, my hand found it's way in front of Karaia's eyes as I guided her back downstairs.
"What are you doing mom?"
"Why did you cover my eyes?"
"Because I was trying to help you sleep. You shouldn't be awake."
"No you're hiding something."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you moved really fast when you saw me."
"I didn't want the door to hit me when I was closing it after Lindsey left."
"No......That's a different kind of panic..."
"Go to sleep, Karaia."