Setting: Eric and I are sitting in the living room just relaxing. I told the older kids to hop into the shower, and told Caitrin to go to her room to get her jammies on. Her room looks like a bomb hit it. I just haven't had time with all the softball practices and games to make her get in there to clean it.
She comes out whining and crying.
In the highest, whiny voice possible " I can't get my jammies..... it's too dangerous"