Sigurd is playing a floorball match tonight, so I'm the lucky babysitter. Try to explain to a crazy, little furry firecracker that she's supposed to be tired, and that her pituitairy gland may grow too big due to too much stress at the developement stage she is right now?
Let's just say that she doesn't agree... I'm trying very hard to ignore her right now, but she is keeping up a good fight, her wheapon of choice being as simple as a lot of noise... I think I need to go rob the fridge for all cake-like substances to survive this one!