who's children??!!

As I mentioned, yesterday, my husband and I went out on an actual no-kids-allowed date. My Mother was kind of to babysit, at the last minute! I called her, from the car, and this is the story I heard ...The second we were out the door (at Mom's), my son turned to my Mom and said, "movie?" (what, no crying?) Nemo was, of course, top of the list. My daughter is getting tired of Nemo, so Mom negotiated, and Harry Potter was put into the DVD player. (They're allowed to watch movies 1-3. If that makes me a bad Mom, so be it.) They watched half of good 'ole Harry and then went out to dinner, and a local family restaurant. My daughter ordered PB&J and water (weird), my son had a hot dog and ignored his fries (were they drugged?). After dinner, my Mom had to go up front to pay. My son got down from the table, grabbed my daughter's hand, and they proceeded to the front like this. They saw suckers, and used 'please' when asking for one. They went to the car, with no complaint, and ate their suckers, handing the sticks to my Mom when they were done. (maybe they were possesed.) Mom took them to our house, next. They played, nicely (No suprise; they do this often.) At bedtime my daughter was asked to get her jammies. She got them, and gave to my Mom for help. My son disappeared, and came back with my daughter's superman jammies. (getting own jammies ... rare.) Mom laughed, but put them on him (they were huge). They brushed teeth and my daughter handed Mom a book. (each child gets to have a book read before bed.) My son wouldn't get a story, so Mom put them to bed and said prayers, sans his storytime. She turned on the night-night music, and left the room. Half an hour later, my son came out holding a book. Mom took pity on him, took him back to bed and talked to him for awhile. That was it. End Story. HUH!? Who are these children?? Not mine.