On most weeknights the Hoos calls me from his cell phone as he is leaving the office to let me know he is on his way. This gives me the go ahead to start dinner and gives me a good idea of when he will be home since his commute requires that he go against traffic and he rarely hits any.
The other night I hadn't gotten the heads up yet when LP called out, "Daddy's home!" I thought this was weird, and confirmed it when her statement was followed by, "He got a new car! It's brown. Wait, Daddy!! He's passing the driveway!"
As the random car drove down the block she conceded, "It wasn't him."