it is 6:04 a.m.
Merritt just walked through here, from the kitchen, locked eyes with me and put a piece of leftover popcorn in her mouth, never breaking her stride and silently daring me to call her on it. As she left the room she was hiking up her nightgown, obviously headed for the potty.
She came back to declare, "Hey, I was going to watch the computer first." I asked, "what business do you have here?" to which she replied, "watching." Of course. She is now scribbling her name illegibly and muttering to herself "Merritt Af-Craf O'Neal."