that my daughter is lying next to me in bed with a big lotion bottle, a slightly smaller tube of sunscreen, and a mini tube of sunscreen, and telling herself a story about the daddy and the mommy and the baby? The Sunscreen Family? Only they aren’t sunscreen, they’re BIRDS, as she just informed me. And they are currently lined up next to my computer watching me type. I’m a little freaked out here, people. Stalker sunscreen.

Five thousand toys and dolls and she plays with the Neutrogena. Sigh.