So I was standing in the kitchen licking my wounds and surveying the mess after a massive tantrum from you-know-who, when that sweet serene voice, a little hoarse from screaming, floated in from the living room singing, "Jesus loves the little children..."
Was that the voice of an interceding angel or Machiavelli?
Once again, A+ for timing. It's a good thing she is still precious in our sight...
