Aimeeism

Tonight we had Scott and Liz over for dinner. Aimee naturally found it a little harder to go to bed, and was up and down for a while.

After a few tries I had managed to persuade her to stay in bed, until five minutes later she comes screaming into the lounge, freaked out because the pencil was drawing a picture.

Of course there was no pencil and no picture, and as I type this it seemed funnier at the time. She was scared because the pencil was drawing a picture.

I guess you had to be there.