Me: Clara, come out of there.
Clara, crawling out from under the bed: Ohhhh, I'm sorry about that! I just needed to go in my club house.
Me: Honey, one - you are supposed to be in bed, and two - Dad does not want you crawling under our bed.
Clara, smiling: Oh yeah, sorry about that.
She walks over to my now empty Cheeto bowl.
Clara: Hey Mom?
Me: Yeah?
Clara: When I was under the bed, I heard you eating something crunchy.
Me: Yeah, I had some Cheetos. And you can't have any. Go to bed!
Clara: Okaaaay, Mooooom! See you in the morning!
Sea-themed drawing Clara made recently.
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