MyThreeDaughters

Elizabeth got herself dressed for bed tonight. She promised a surprise.
She showed back up in: a skirt, a longsleeve shirt under a sweater, tights and, the coup de grace, her headband to hold back her hair.
“I’m tired of having to get dressed in the morning,” her four-year-oldness proclaimed.
I suggested that the headband might be uncomfortable for sleeping, but she insisted it would be plenty comfortable.
The thing is, wife and I wonder what she’s readying for. Sadly, we can see no great excitement that lies in the day ahead, the day before the day before Christmas.
Wife figures Elizabeth will be the first up, bide time in her room for a while, eat some breakfast, be bored and sucking her thumb by 10:30.
But a new day it will be, and Elizabeth is going to tear into it…having already leaped the stifling hurdle of getting dressed.
If she could only sleep with breakfast stashed in her cheeks like a squirrel, and just wake up and start chewing.