Not Amused

There's (almost) nothing better than coming home from work to a freshly bathed and pajama'd child who has already eaten her dinner and is ready for a solid hour of playing before snuggling up to read before bed.

That is, unless said child greets me upon entry by exclaiming, "Guess what I am, Mama? It's you, running!", and looks like this:



Ok, maybe I'll give her points for being mildly amusing, but only because she's so stinkin' cute.