11:15 on the dot. No joke. I really thought I might have killed him when he walked in. But Zack's head was lolling on my shoulder, and Thomas' in my lap. Moving that much would have woken them. And no one would've wanted that.

I did make him carry them both out to the car though. Even then I almost didn't forgive him. Especially after he woke up the twins. But he ran his fingers through his hair until he looked like a porcupine and apologized so many times I lost count. And, after a few oddly silent minutes, we started up our usual singing routine.

Which was a relief, let me tell ya. When you grow up in a family as loud and chaotic as ours, the silence of a voiceless car isn't only strange and uncomfortable, it's downright unnerving.