When I hear quiet...Kacie's busy.
At first glimpse of my open bedroom door, she grabs the closest stepping precipice, struts her stuff to the master bath, and climbs into the sink to hang out with her reflection and mommy's magic bag of covergirl.
She fancies the whipped Tru-Blend foundation. As do I.
This time I was distracted. Not until she came downstairs repeating "I koot (cute)" did I notice her flawless complexion.