What Kind of Parents Are We?

That's the question James wanted an answer to last night. He was watching TV downstairs while Jeff and I were on the computer upstairs. James came up and said, "I just want to know what kind of parents leave their child all alone downstairs to be lonely?" Apparently pitiful parents. So I agreed to go downstairs with him, but I didn't move fast enough. James said, "I am still waiting." I thought that was a line parents were suppose to use on kids, not the other way around.