Upstairs Fun Beats Downstairs Fun

(My husband and I are babysitting his younger siblings who are six and eight, as their parents went out of town. After a long day of hearing the two screaming over who killed who in a game, my husband and I want to go upstairs and hide for some peace and quiet for a few minutes.)

Husband: “Hey, so, [My Name] and I need to go upstairs and do something for a few minutes. Don’t kill each other.”

Eight-Year-Old Brother: “Yeah, you’re probably going upstairs to go make out.”

Husband: *taken aback* “No, we’re not…”

Six-Year-Old Sister: “Don’t go! You’ll miss all the fun!”

Eight-Year-Old Brother: “No they won’t. They have their own fun in mind.”