I shouldn't have laughed because it ended up that by the time she got to the car she was in a puddle of tears and he was at the end of his rope. I heard the crying get louder as he walked her back to the front door. I heard the front door open and heard him say, "Here, you stay here with mommy. It's better for everyone this way. I'll bring you home a donut."
So. My quiet extra hour of sleep this morning is no more. All because I laid in bed and giggled instead of saying to Lauren, "Come here. I'll help you fix the seam on your foot." See, Chris? The seam on her sock was bothering her. Duh.
It's too bad the UN doesn't need a toddler speak interpreter. I'd kill it.