My girls are tired. Gabriella’s got a sleepover hangover. Penelope’s just artistic. Both are fond of simile.

“I’m as tired as an armadillo,” Gabriella moaned.

“Are armadillos tired?” I asked. “And nice simile, by the way.”

“I’m as tired as a three-toed sloth,” she said, slowly laying her next Skipbo card down on the carpet.

“I’m as tired as a racoon,” Penelope said, laying herself down on the carpet.

“Oh, I know,” Gabriella said. “I’m as tired as a mommy.”

“Yeah, I’m as tired as a mommy too.”

I would have told this story to Becky before telling it to you, but she’s asleep.