Suspicious...

The kids were upstairs supposedly getting dressed. Hani came running downstairs to get me, telling me to come upstairs right away to see what they did. I was scared. She is the one who tends to tell on the others, and it doesn't bode well when she wants me to come see what someone has done.  What I found was this:

A tea party all set up for me. Hani said it was bunna (coffee) and when I commented that it was delicious, she said it was good because she added mustard. And hot chocolate.

And this:

 

They made my bed.  

We had buna and then they made me lay down to take a nap. They took turns rubbing my back and singing to me. Best. Game. Ever.

Sorry for underestimating you, little peeps.