Enchiladas

Maybe I shouldn't discuss dinner and travel plans in the same car ride. Sean is going to Colorado for a trip to see friends and we eat enchiladas for dinner, to be clear.

G: Daddy flying in an airplane to enchiladas!
T: Yam. I will miss him soo much.
Me: No guys, its COLORADO

Later at bed time...

G: Mommy, I will miss daddy when he flies to enchilada.
Me: Remember it's Colorado, not enchilada. Enchilada was for dinner.
G: No, that's silly! Daddy go to enchilada.
Me: (giving up) Well, yeah I will really miss him too.
G: Don't cry momma you're a big girl. Don't cry like a baby.
Daddy: That's tough love
T: Yeah mama, don't be sad and cry. Daddy will be home after nap time.
T: If you get an owie you can sit on my lap, ok?
Me: Ok, you guys are right. I will try not to cry. Thanks.

Sometimes I wonder who is doing the parenting around here...