School morning rush (though I seem to be the only one in the house moving...Noah is taking his time to enjoy his daily, 3 course breakfast while Natalie is staring off into space -- trying to wake up.)
Noah: "Mom, would you sit with me?"
Me: "Honey, I have to get ready."
Natalie: "Mahhhmmm -- please sit with me."
Me: "You guys need to get up earlier. I don't have time now. I need to get dressed and fix my hair and put on my make-up."
Noah: "But, Mom...God doesn't care about that."
(I give...you win...again)