If only I had this kind of faith in myself.

Last night I was lying with Skipper, trying to con her into falling asleep (I do this by ignoring her and pretending to sleep myself, which often results in my actual sleeping), and she rolled over, kicking her blankets off. A few minutes later, she said "Mama, why my blankets fall off?" and I said grudgingly "I don't know." She thought for a minute and said cheerfully, "Maybe because me did sumfing AWESOME!!!"