no, quinny

When I went to bed last night, everything was picked up.  

I had a wake-up call at 5:44am.  

"Mom, I'm poopy."

I changed her pull-up.

She wasn't poopy.

Just wet.

She went back to bed, sort of.

Then she got up.

Here is her typical morning while she watches a show and eats her breakfast.

The TV room.

 No, Quinny.

 Her closet.

 Please, I beg you, stop dumping out the dress-up box.

Under her bed - a menagerie of animals, books, toys, and shoes - surprise!

 On her bed - quite possibly every burpee she owns.

 In my room - counting blocks.

 On her face - a mischievous grin.