Whew.

Annika just came down the stairs asking, "did you know Emma is asleep on the stairs?"

I had to answer that I didn't. The last I knew of Emma, she was in her room for saying that she doesn't like me because I made her wash the chocolate Popsicle off of her face.

Annika was concerned with none of that. She was trying to get a great big box downstairs so she and her friends could color on it. Her next sentence was, "it's okay though, I got the box still."

Gotta love the one-track, six-year-old mind.