Mommy is still staring at a spreadsheet and only half-hears the little voice coming from the tiny crack between the door and the frame.
Mommy tears her attention away from the spreadsheet. There is a tiny angelic face framed in the doorway – and by ‘angelic’, I mean, ‘is dressed in her Halloween costume, which is an angel complete with halo and sparkly wand’.
“What’s up, kid?”
“Are you done working yet?”
“No, sweetheart. Did you need something?”
“No, only we took a poll, and we decided it was time for you to stop working now. Because the news is almost on, and we want some juice and also some cheese and maybe some crackers.”
Well. Since it was decided by democratic method…