Last night Maggie was up and at 'em long after the other kids (and Eric had gone to bed). She was playing out in the living room and I could hear lots of singing, squeaky voices, and the occasional stool sliding across the kitchen floor.
About midnight I decided I couldn't make it anymore, so I went out to get her for bed. I was greeted by this:
"Oh, hi mom. I am making hot chocolate. You want some?"
Who can turn down an offer like that?
I even contributed marshmallows to the cause.
I loved finding the little line of people she'd been playing with (which I can only assume accompanied the squeaky voices):
We're super tired today, but it was worth it for a little alone time with Maggie.