My Heroes!

Last night I decided to save myself a step and just fold the laundry as I took it out of the dryer instead of the usual method of taking it out of the dryer, tossing it in the hamper, taking it upstairs, and then folding the clothes.  This meant that I was downstairs in the basement for a little longer than usual, and apparently it was too long.
Apparently, my children decided that some sort of Basement Monster had eaten me.

I was almost done when I heard the door upstairs open and Ellie's voice say, "Mommy?  Mommy?  Mommy?" in a questioning and somewhat worried sort of way.  I then heard Marty's small, brave voice shouting, "Don't worry, Mama!  I coming, Mama!  I coming!"  I looked up the stairwell to see my fierce, lion-hearted Marty coming down the stairs wearing his Batman cape and wielding his wooden toy sword.  Right behind him, framed in the light from the kitchen, bending over to look over her brother's shoulder, was my brave and true Ellie.

They had come to rescue me - together.

My heroes.