Poor 4th Child

It was late.

After 9pm. Lexi usually goes to bed right about this time. 

I was helping Madeline practice her piano, I was putting sponge curlers in Laurens hair for fun, Mitchell was outside helping dad rid the yard of wasps and Lexi was being babysat by baby Mozart. 

I could hear her crying.

There was nothing I could do right at that moment.

I let her cry. 

She didn't cry for long, and when I went to check on her, this is what I found.

Poor 4th, neglected child.

oh, she's cute