One particular morning I was picking the twins up from Headstart when I called for the umpteenth time: "Come on Emily, it's time to leave."
Emily rather persistently: "No, I am having fun. I don't want to leave"
Finally, I started walking away in hopes that she would follow: "But we have to go, Headstart is done for the day. You will come back tomorrow."
Meanwhile, Alex is tugging at my skirt and pleading: "Don't leave Emily, don't go with out Emily."
Soon, I had 2 screaming preschoolers...one wanting to stay and the other not wanting to go with out his twin sister. In an attempt to calm them both down, I know I need to get Emily to agree it was time to go. So I say with a lot of dramatic flair: "Mommy needs help carrying her keys, would you like to carry them Emily?"
"Oh Yes!" She eagerly grabs the keys and tries to unlock the nearest vehicle then on to the next. Bad idea! She is still refusing to get in the van...to which I gingerly pick her up and carry her. All the way she is screaming, " You broke my back!! You broke my back...I am going to put you in a cage and lock you up. I am going to throw away the key because you broke my back!" Meanwhile, she is wiggling to get out of my arms as I am shaking uncontrollably with laughter amid the glares of other parents who are calmly walking their child to their vehicles. Once, I buckled her in, I said: "Emily, hows your back?" To which she promptly replied grinning from ear to ear " Oh, it's fine."