The other day I had finished getting the girls' hair fixed and I was getting dressed and doing the last minute primp before making my lunch. Stephanie comes careening in my room and frantically says, "Mom, it's 7:43 ~ let's go!" Huh? Ok, thanks, Big Ben. Last time I checked I wasn't late ~ yet.
Greg is also always telling the kids (and maybe me) to turn off the lights when we leave a room.
Just now she comes upstairs and asks me why I'm up here on the computer (just checking email real quick) and my sewing machine light and closet light (iron is in there) are on. I asked her if she is the electricity police.
Greg, are you paying her to harass me or what?!