We had some friends over this weekend. They're nice friends to have - their kids are the same age (and gender) as ours. And we don't mind the parents' company either :)
The boys were playing boy things - hockey in the family room, the wii, etc. Once they left, Emma started crying. I said, "What's the matter?" and she said, "I thought Luke was going to be able to take good care of me when I'm on the bus for kindergarten next year but now I'm not so sure because he never let the girls play the wii. Luke can't be trusted!!" Sob, sob, cry, cry. Cry some more, sob some more.
Never a drama-free moment around here, that's for sure.