We left New York today on a 6am flight, which meant a 4am cab ride. By the time we got back home, we were exhausted. We did a few things around the house to get ready for work and practice tomorrow. We all drifted off in the family room sometime in the afternoon.
The middle kid rolled over and asked, "What time is it?"
"5 o'clock," I replied.
"AM?" she asked
"No, sweetie. Dinner time."
"Oh." And she rolled over and went back to sleep, and slept through the night.