It's spring break.
Translation: the older siblings of children in my care, who are normally in school, are at my house. All day.
After lunch, when the little ones were laying down, the older ones begged to skip nap. They promised to get their drinks and go potty and etc, etc, first, and agreed that if they came in, even one time they would have to take a nap like everyone else. Swore up and down that there would be no in/out horseplay with the door.
So when they start knocking, half an hour later, I assume there must be a significant emergency.
"Can we have ice cream?"
I have never, EVER, given these kids ice cream. I don't even have ice cream.
Not the brightest crayons in the box, I'm telling you.