It seems that this week both of my kids have been on the bus to crazy town pretty early in the evening. I don’t know if it is the time change, or a cold front, or perhaps they are signaling an impending tsunami destined to strike South Florida. I don’t know, but it gets weirder by the day.

So, last night Matilda and Lane were in the bath. They are playing, Lane is drinking the bath water no matter how much I beg him not to, and Matilda thinks this is hysterical. This summer we dealt with issues related to “boy parts” and “girl parts” in the bathtub – a conversation I was completely unprepared for with a 2 and 3 year old. But last night there was something new: Matilda tackled Lane in the bath, and when they were rolling around together she exclaimed “we’re married” and they began pretend kissing.

Um, yeah.

Matilda and Lane did this two or three times until I lost my mind, grabbed Dear Hubby, and escorted both kids out of the bath for some quiet time. WTF?

I spent most of the rest of the night questioning my parenting skills, our choice of preschool (which is held at an Episcopal church, complete with moral-raising Bible stories), whether or not they should be in school at all and just stay home with me, them sharing a room together, how old should they be to bathe separately, and what on earth, has made them go completely insane tonight.

Somehow, I managed to NOT open a bottle of wine.

I’m open to thoughts of suggestions on this one. I am at a total loss.