Patronized

We took Emily and Anna (and Mathilde's Dad) to the airport today. Mathilde and I had positive, happy smiles pasted on our faces, but even so, when we were saying goodbye, the girls did seem sad. Neither of them cried, but I at least had the impression that they were trying hard not to. And then they waved goodbye and walked around the corner towards security.

They didn't know it, but we could still see them through a window off to the side - and there they were, not more than 10 seconds after our nearly-tearful goodbye, holding hands, skipping and giggling. Man! The little squirts had been patronizing us all along. The whole time Mathilde and I were disguising our glum faces, they were fighting back the smiles.