I can't make this stuff up.

A week ago, I made Reese her breakfast and sat her at her table, like I do every morning of her life. It's right here. Dallas called and needed help finding another flight home, so I told her I was in my office helping Daddy. She said "Otay, Mama." This is where I left her.

When I turned the corner to come back this is what I found. She moved her pink chair to directly in front of the t.v. She lost the table. Put her fruit plate on the ottoman and plopped her little feet right up on it. Comfy as can be. I had to have a moment of side cramping laughter before discussing the decision with her...

She never cared that I was laughing, staring and snapping pics.

So, I asked her if she needed anything else (seeing as how she runs the place...) and she said "No, Mama. I, otay."

I'm surprised she didn't ask for a foot rub...