JC took Katie out last night to a carnival. I was out with my sisters. Apparently I need to hire a babysitter for JC too. Katie's bed time is 8 pm. I got back home at around 8:30 pm. No Katie or JC. I went up to our room and started watching TV. At 9:30 pm, I heard them come in the front door. I'm listening to them and had to laugh at Katie.
JC: Go upstairs. Mommy is probably up there.
Katie: I'm going to tell her that you kept me out late.
She cracks me up because she always wants to make sure she's not getting blamed for anything. What was even funnier though was JC saying "She's making it sound like it's my fault!" I said, "Does she drive? She's 4, whose fault do you think it was?"