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Got up the next day to discover Julia rummaging around the kitchen hungry for breakfast.

As we chatted over her cereal, she calmly stated “I barfed on my pillow last night. It’s brown and yucky”.

I then realized she was wearing different pj’s than I put her in that night.

I went up to her room to find her pillow carefully placed on the floor next to her bed (yes, brown and yucky) and her dirty pj’s lying next to it. A clean blanket lying over her sheet. Clean, new pillow on her bed.

How did I not know this during the night?

If this would have been Alec (or me), there would have been crying for mommy, clothing assistance, immediate clean-up, consoling, new pillow, snack, story and so on.

I asked Julia when all this happened, she said "It was in the middle of the night, it was dark".

Then the kicker, “Julia, why didn’t you come get me to help?”

She looked at me like an annoyed teen and stated “I was fine and took care of it myself”. I swore I heard a hint of sarcasm implying I was a complete moron for asking the question.

O.k. then.

Let me know when you’d like me to show you how the washing machine works. Oh, and maybe how to drive the car, I’d love to have my grocery shopping done.