Pippi seems to be in a very exuberant mood this evening. By this I mean she is jumping around and singing operatically. She's supposed to be getting ready for bed. Her singing is disturbing to Harry, who is in his room reading before going to sleep.
And honestly, it was starting to get on my nerves. And then I realized how blessed I was that she was cheerful. As we hurtle toward adolescence her moods can swing in either direction. I'm glad that she's happy today.
Now, if she would just quiet down and get ready for bed.
(note: by the time I finished writing this she had stopped singing - and is even washing up right now - bed may happen in the not so distant future.)