So last night my daughter would not stop sticking her finger in the Vix of the humidifier in her room. 
So I shut the door.

We played for a while in the living room.  As I sat on the floor I watched her run her funny little jog down the hallway.  It's dark at the other end, but I'm sure she'll notice the door closed.  I turned back only for a second to begin collecting the books we had  spread all over the floor.


I heard a Clunk, 

            .... then a thump.


I looked back quickly down the hall to see her sitting on the floor in front of her bedroom door looking to both sides of her in confusion....then the gentle cry began.

I darted down the hallway and scooped Ellen up to comfort her, all the while laughing my ass off...and disappointed that I didn't see it!


Poor little peanut.