The 2yo races down the stairs, saying, "Mom, Mom, Mom. Julia here. Julia here. Mom, Mom, Mom. Julia here. Julia here." (Except he says it with two Ls. It's great.)
He flies into the kitchen and lauches his 42 lb body at my legs. "Mom, Julia's here."
As if 6yo Julia could have broken into the house without my noticing her slim form sneaking up the steps that are just off the kitchen.
Of course, I might have missed the repeated announcement as he came down the steps. Really, it's quite understandable.