Maura says "I want to nap in my big girl bed." I say okay. She lays down for a while. She's humming a nursery tune. Then silence. Then my communication is cut off.
I run in there. She's face down on the bed. Doing her best impression of "asleep." The stand-by puke bucket is crumpled, the baby monitor is on the ground, jerked from its usual perch on the windowsill. Our little super-spy cut the comm system like an expert.
What a dastardly villain!
We are now eating cupcakes.
With purple frosting.
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Man, she knows how to work it! (o:
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