She is supposed to be in bed, but Little Z just had to come down and convince me to cuddle with her for a bit. In her attempts at pitiful-ness, she flopped on the end of the chaise lounge, causing it to slide across the floor a smidge. *z*: Mommy the chair just farted. Me: Did it say excuse me? *z*: No. Me: You should tell it to use it's manners and say excuse me when it farts. *z*: Mommy, you're silly. Chairs don't have MANNERS! ************* While I was typing this, she informed me she doesn't like the Air Force, because her daddy goes there all by himself, and she misses him. This child definitely knows how to break my heart!