I woke up this morning, my first lazy morning at home in about 3 weeks (at least until I had to leave for lectures at 10am).

MrJ (3): Daddy, has Mummy already gone to work?

Me: No, sweetie, I’m just here.

MissZ (5): Well, what time do you have to go to work today, Mummy?

You have no idea how hard it was to admit I had to go to teaching. And no, they didn’t care for my distinction between “school” and “work.”