Everything quiet, check.
TG asleep, check.
A few moments of peace and quiet, check.
Time for a couple Boston Creme Milanos.
…
“Daddy?”
I lean over her. “Yeah?”
“Are you eating cookies?”
“Yes”
TG glowers furiously.
“You BETTER not eat them all.”
Yeah, the strength of her spirit is in good shape. She’s ready to fight. She might not want to wait until dawn to get out of that bed.