Do you know that Folger's commerical they play at Christmas time, where the mom wakes up and finds that her son (who has been gone awhile) made coffee? Well, that's what it felt like in the Crawford house this morning. No coffee, we don't drink that, but I found evidence of a child sneaking in during the night.
If these weren't enough, a driver's license on the bathroom mirror confirms it all.
Joyful day in Ohio!