I am sitting at my kitchen table, trying to concentrate to write this morning, but it is rather difficult with Jack.  She seems to be into everything today…probably making up for being so serene yesterday. 

I have a spray bottle to teach her what she can’t do, and she is soaked.  I think she is getting used to the water.  I always knew she was weird.

Jack just ran off into the bedroom…I sense trouble.  She’s quiet, and like a child that is playing and suddenly falls quiet, you know something is up.