Katie brought me breakfast in bed one day last week. A cold Coke (Daddy may have helped) and the last chocolate chip cookie. I tried to refuse the cookie, but she had "saved it for Mama." I tried to share it with her. "No, it's for you, Mama." Finally, I convinced her to crawl in bed with me, and we broke the cookie in two and shared an early morning cookie snack.


So far, my nefarious plan to keep her at home is working.