They know me so well.

I went to the circus yesterday with my "older younger sister" and 2 of my nephews. On the way there we passed a little bookstore, its door invitingly open, with racks of paperbacks on the sidewalk to tempt pedestrians.

I said "Oo look, books! You could almost leave me here for a few hours and pick me up on the way back."

The 3-year-old piped up from the back seat: "Aunt Missy, do you live there?"