Monst....I mean Mookster Chronicles

My daughter is a stealth bomber.

I know, hard to believe, but she is.

She strikes very silently, in the dead of night.

She's like Garrett that way.

She is too excited about life to sleep, and is considerate enough to be quiet about it.

This morning I got up to go running (yes, running...that's another story) and put on my shoes in the dark. When I closed the closet door, there she was standing in my room illuminated by the dim light of the bathroom down the hall.

I think there are tread marks on the ceiling.

When my heart slowed to it's normal pace I picked her up and tucked her back in bed. She didn't say a word, just curled up and went to sleep.

I guess it's a good thing I have been getting some exercise lately, my heart couldn't stand it otherwise!