“Jennie and my brother are sleeping, Mama. Can you tuck them in?”
“No! Don’t put that there! Jennie and my brother are sitting there!”
“Jennie and my brother don’t like that noise! Can you close the window? They don’t like lawnmowers.”
We're flying up to M's hometown this weekend to celebrate his mother's 60th birthday. When we were talking to E about our upcoming trip, we told her she’d have her own seat on the airplane this time, because she’s such a big girl. “And I have my own chair!” she repeated. “And Jennie and my brother sit with me in it!”
So apparently we’ll be caring for four children on the flight.