She's a damn bloodhound

We've been gently pushing the girls' bedtimes back since we go back to work on Thursday and will need to be getting them up before 9:30.  And Layla's been fighting it.

Tonight I was called back to view no less than 4 change of "clothes" on Mr. Polar Bear and a handful of minor emergencies.  The last one took the cake.  Mike had just returned from McDonald's and I was eating some chocolate chips.

"Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama!"

And when I got back to see what was wrong, I was greeted with:

"What are you guys eating out there?"

None of your damn business, Fido.