You know you and the hubby need a break from the kids when your text messages go like this:
Hubby: A box arrived at the house.
Me: It's Wow Wow Wubbzy, I ordered it for Tristan's birthday.
Hubby: There's no holes in the box.
Me: Okay ...
Hubby: Won't he suffocate?
Me: Oh. No, I don't think so. Widget is in there too, she can build them an Airarater 3000.
Hubby: Okay, I won't worry about it then. But it would be upsetting for Tristan to find Wow Wow Wubbzy dead in a box on his birthday.
Me: Yes, that'd be sad indeed.