Yesterday it sprinkled on and off all day. At about 2:00, Abby was complaining about nothing to do and decided to read. So I told her to "go read." Then the problem was she wanted to be around people... but not her little sisters. I don't think they qualify as "people" for her.
I tend to ignore this type of griping and groaning and sat back down at my desk - which is actually the kitchen counter. The next thing I know, this is where she ended up: