Yes, this is getting repetitive.
But Margaret celebrated her birthday by choosing some somewhat odd pajamas.
I suggested to her that these pajamas might make her feel a little cold in the night, and she gave me an exceptionally disdainful look (as only a 5-year-old can) and told me that she wouldn't get cold because she was wearing a hat. Duh, Mom. It's like I've never experienced clothes before.
Anyway, we got her into pajamas. And then she needed to go downstairs and go to the bathroom. Leo was reading to her (I was wrangling the sobbing Ellie to bed). She came back upstairs (reportedly) with visible chocolate stains on her face, but denied any side trips on her bathroom visit. When I went down to do the dishes, this is what I found:
Our new house has very, very large mice.