Yeah, once "the cats" knocked my partial into the floor, DD2 stepped on it, and I took a little trip to crazy down. That was a costly and embarrassing cat-mistake. Today's was a mere inconvenience in comparison.

Usually she dresses herself in my best work clothes, my highest heels, and some truly innovative combinations of makeup colors, topped off with my glasses and says she's "going to work, gotta make money to buy cat food!" She's cute, and annoying, sometimes not in equal measures.

DD1 has dressed the cat, he's such a diva and has no patience with the procedure. He won't claw her to get away, but his face in the pics screams "not amused."

Children. Can't live with them, can't imagine living without them. . .