So I woke up Charlotte at 3 am because she heard me typing emails. I'm a loud typist. I also bang the mouse like it won't respond to subtle touch. (This makes me sound like I'd be bad in bed, but I don't think I am, by the way.) And I sometimes yell into cellphones like that's the only way people will be able to hear me. Anyway, when I wanted to tell you guys about waking her up, smart Charlotte said, "Yeah, but you'd need a photo to post with it," so I did Worst Mom Part 2 (all within 8 hours!) and made her let me take her picture as she stood on the dining room table with her head in a light.