Well, well, well. Yesterday, V3.0 missed school for an eye exam. Drops in the eye, the whole 9 years. When he read the bottom line (m-a-d-e-i-n-j-a-p-a-n) the doctor decided his vision was good enough. But with the drops, we opted to keep him from class for the rest of the day.
Well, it turns out, it's his ladyfriend's birthday. So her Mom phones to see if he can come over for cake. Sure, Grandma takes care of it. She drives him over. I'm off at archery with V2.0, and the missus has V4.0 in the car with her. All's good.
I get home from archery, V3.0 and 4.0 are already abed, I send 2.0 off to hers and find a comfortable spot in front of the tube to unwind. Then Grandma starts telling me about the good time the kids had. How when they showed up, there was a chair all set up for the missing 4.0. They muddled along without him. Well, after the cake, their hands were messy so they both toddled off to the bathroom to wash up. And it takes a while. Then Little Miss comes wandering back. Where's V3.0? He had to wash his hands again, because he had to go for a pee. And she watched (she announced proudly).
I could feel the colour leeching from my hair as the tale unfolded.