Tonight, just before bedtime, Grace called out to me "Mommy!  Come snuggle with me!"  So I ran down the hall to go get a little voluntary loving.  But when I was picking my way through the mess on her bedroom floor, I saw it.  The pillow, too perfectly placed on the bed, with Grace's grubby little hand patting it.  "Sit here, Mom."

This can only mean one thing.  She doesn't want to snuggle.  So what does she want?  Well let me give you a little background.

Last year for some holiday, my Dad gave Grace this totally cool book.


I has all kinds of interactive things, pairs of glasses, keys, mirrors, etc.  Its pretty neat.  Except for one thing.  The whoopee cushion.  As if Grace needed any encouragement towards mischief.  Nonetheless, she loves the whoopee cushion. And periodically she finds it, like a treasure buried under piles of clothes and toys. 

And then, she wants me to come sit next to her.  Whoopee!