My bosses have been gone for two blissful days. By bosses I am not referring to the people who pay me. I am referring to the people who run me: Boy and Girl. They have been at Nana’s and Papa’s house since Monday, eating pancakes and lasagna and building forts in their living room. I can hear it in my parents’ voices that they are ready to bring them back. The question is, are we ready to take them?

Whenever Girl catches Bob and me kissing, she shouts “Romance time! Encore! Encore!” She thinks she is hilarious. Where she got this I have no idea.

Romance times are few and far between at our house. However, with the kids gone, we have not been spending the last two days kissing. We have been spending the last two days doing something far more romantic: we’ve been talking.

Usually we have to stiff-arm the kids to get a word in edgewise with each other. We have these reportorial conversations at dinner where we list all the crap that happened during the day, with very little color commentary around it at all. Just the facts, ma’am.

But in these last two days, we’ve actually been able to express thoughts and feelings to each other in more than quick sound bites. It’s been the best mental vacation we’ve had in a long long time. Bless you, Nana and Papa.

Romance Time comes to a screeching halt tonight. Ready or not, here they come!