We were walking home from a dinner at a friend's house yesterday.
It was 7:00, p.m., and pitch dark, thanks to the time change.
We made the kids leave even though they still wanted to jump in the leaf pile some more. And, even after they explained that they WANTED to JUMP MORE, we still made them leave. I get it. Leaf jumping is great. I have a bit of a phobia about it myself, because once I jumped on a dead rabbit, but I have no reason to believe that that is a common occurance, so I try not to tell them, "get off get off get off, there could be dead things in there."
Still, even after they, again, clairified that they were having FUN, we dragged them away.
We were almost home, and I though we had all moved past the leaf-pile-jumping deprivation.
Then Lilly said to me, "Do you see my face mom?! It is FULL of anger."
But the funny thing was that, no, actually I couldn't see her face. It was pitch dark.