That is, they were happy for a while.
M called me, cell-to-cell, and informed me that E had a request. He put her on the phone.
Mama! Daddy doesn't know how to tell the story of getting all the cars out of our way. Can you tell him how to use the story so he can tell the cars that I have to go pee-pee?
She didn't trust my work so I ran through it with her line by line, and when she was satisfied she passed the phone to M. And then I gave him a summary. And I encouraged him to be dramatic, and I wished him luck.
My phone rang again five minutes later. Mama! He's not doing it right. Teach him again! I rehearsed his lines with him again.
One highway exit later, my phone rang yet again. Mo-om!! Mom!
M needs remedial traffic vs. small bladder story-telling exercises, and my girl always needs her Mama.