On the way home from Wegman's, Wednesday, 4:30 PM.
Her window cling sun shade proves too tempting and she begins peeling it off. Of course, then she can't get it back on. "Mommy! Mommy! I need help! My shade is falling!"
"I can't help you now. I'm driving. You'll have to wait until we get home."
The sun shines in the window and hits her face. Arms raised, she gives it the what-for.
"ENOUGH with the shining!"
(I burst out laughing. Then she did, too.)