So Mr. O and I were having a little weekend nap, or trying to, and Ellie kept popping in and out of our room to update us on her latest plans for the day.
After she closed the door for what must have been the 10th time, Mr. O pulled me in for a long, delightful smooch.
Ellie popped back in, and seeing only the back of my head she asked, Is Daddy telling you a secret?
Why yes, the very best kind.
