Bedtime.  Lullabies play, but peace is hard earned.  On this particular night, Samantha was wild, like a pinball gone mad.  We peeled her off into the bedroom, with some amount of difficulty.  Josh left her with instructions to stay put, to wait for his return to tuck her in.

She sat down on a box I’d left, arms crossed, jaw set.  “Fine!  I’m going to sit right here on this box!”

Josh nodded, “Good!  Just stay put for a minute!”

Samantha glared, “It’s filled with clean laundry!”

Josh glanced at the box, and discovered that yes, it has been used to sort clean laundry.  “Okay.”

Samantha howled, “And I’m very very dirty!”