A Call. A dinner surprise. And then Silence.

Wow. Who would have ever thought I'd have it so easy today?! Times two.


Charis walks up to me in the kitchen and says, "I want to call Daddy." Alright, go ahead. So she grabs the phone and calls him up at his office:

"Hi Daddy. This is Charis. I want you to get me a pizza for dinner, kay? Uh-huh. Can you get one cheese and two ham? Okay. Great. Here. Selah wants to talk to you...."

I grab the phone and plead my case that I did not....I repeat did not... put our daughter up to that. But he doesn't care. He's so enamored that his little girl called him up. Apparently, that's all it took. Cause we're having pizza tonight, baby.


AND Since then the girls have been adament about the fact that Jet is going to walk through the door at any moment. With their beloved pizza. Thus, the reason they've been hiding from him for the last hour. It's a tradition of theirs.


I told them that he wasn't coming any time soon. In fact, Charis called a little before 3:30. He doesn't get home until 5:45. You do the math. That's a lot of waiting. But they don't care. They. want. to. hide.


Alright. Who am I to argue? Knock yourselves out. "But mommy, WHERE can we hide?!"


"Wellllll...you could hide in your beds. He'll never find you there."


"O-KAY!!!" They burst from the scene like I just offered them gold. ...running...running...


What? I so figured they'd catch my little sarcasm. No. ...Because that is where they are now. Quiet little mice. Hiding. In their beds. Under the covers. Ironically resembling something that I like to call Naptime.


Come Monday, I'm so having Charis call Daddy to put in a dinner order for Chinese. At 1 o'clock. I foresee a quiet, carefree Monday afternoon in my future, don't you?