This morning as we were preparing to leave the house, I passed the baby, Miss "Z" to my oldest son. I had to run back to my room to get something. When I returned I found Miss "Z" sitting upright in a laundry basket, looking like she was to be put into the washer. Even though I was running late, I couldn't resist grabbing my camera and snapping this picture. At least I went to work with a smile on my face.