This morning Erica and I were lying in bed, fast asleep, when a loud voice from the room next door penetrated our slumber. "Daddy, wake up! Wake up daddy! ICE MEAM DADDY! WAKE UP!"
I gotta start watching what I say, because Harper doesn't let anything past her these days. I always thought that once she understood what "tomorrow" meant that she wouldn't be our little baby girl anymore. Looks like those days are over.