Don't Tell My Mom

I came downstairs around 8ish Sunday morning and the little girl who spent the night and Liv were eating breakfast (Cheerios for them, unlike me who tried really hard to have Death By Chocolate Cake until Aud took it away from me.  I bet my breakfast would have tasted better.  Next time I am going to take it immediately into the closet.).

The little girl had her face about 3 inches from the iPod screen.  I asked her if she watched television at home and without looking away she said, “Hardly ever”.  I then asked how long she had been watching the show.  Liv pushed a button, looked at the screen and told me 58 minutes. 

“What?!?!” I yelled.  Since I’m all about order I told her she had 2 more minutes (you know, so it equals 60).

I do believe I win the award for best house to have a sleepover.  We are breaking all the rules.

The only saving grace, which I can’t even take credit for, was that she read for an hour before everyone woke up.  That counts for something, right?  It DID happen in my house.