I walked into the kitchen last night and found this:
And I was reminded of another time I found her, 5 or so years ago. When I went into her room to wake her for school:
On a lighter note, I risked asking the 2 oldest what they want for Christmas. This is a question I rarely ever ask. It's just not wise. Here's what I got:
Child #2: Fake nails.
Child #1: A Camaro.
I may just take a rest on the counter today, myself.