She was rudely awakened by a certain pooch. And she shared her stellar 'tude with me from the moment I greeted her.
Caroline: I need to be ALONE!
Mama: You don't say!
C: I SAY!
M: Come downstairs when you're ready to smile.
C: I don't want to be the smiling me!
M: Well come down when you're the half-hearted-attempt-to-smile you.
C: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!
[moments later she joins me in the kitchen as I prep some baked pasta for dinner]
C: I'm not smiling. What are you doing?
M: I am smiling and I am cooking dinner!
C: I don't think I want pasta!
M: Well there's always dog food...
C: I don't think I want dog food either!
M: Reuben likes it, it's the good stuff with oatmeal.
C: Will it taste like cookies?