Here's the scene: I'm in the kitchen making dinner. It is Sunday night, and time for The Children to get here (this was a weekend they spent with their mom and step-dad).
I hear the car in the driveway.
I hear a car door slam, a second door slam, some bickering that I cannot quite make out.
The back screen door slams. And again.
I see a flash of movement in the hallway towards the bedrooms, and hear another door close.
An other flash of movement in the doorway to the office.
I say (to apparently no one) "Hello!"
And then, to The Mr, "Well, I guess The Children are here."
And they aren't even teenagers yet. Heaven help us all when that comes.