This morning ...

... we were awakened by the sound of crying. this struck me as odd, because Kaylee usually has no problem getting out of bed and coming into our room. In fact, she does that several times a night. (In fact, she did it just last night. Sneaking into our room in the dark like a ninja and hiding under the bedside table. Rae's only clue was the heavy breathing, which is kind of creepy now that I think about it.)

So I investigated and found she wasn't in her room. So I followed the noise into the office where I found ...

A certain child clutching her bink in one hand and a mangled, yet unopened, stick of string cheese in the other ... sitting in a puddle of warming vanilla yogurt ... locked inside one of the dog's crates ... watching a get rich quick infomercial on the television.

Seriously. You can't make this stuff up.

I only wish I'd been mean enough to grab the camera before letting her out.