It's about 5:00. I tell Bronwynn it's time for Mama to cook dinner, and maybe she should cook something in her kitchen too (this usually buys me a few minutes of alone time to cook as she clangs around her play kitchen).
About 15 minutes later, dinner is in the oven, and I peek in on B. This is what I found:
Note: She was wearing a shirt when I left her. ...And people wonder why such an easy, happy kid can still wear me out!