By the time we get home, I am usually pooped but Arissa will always find new ways to annoy me with her (funny) antics. This is her, refusing to change into her PJs for the night even when I've got her (a tad too tight) dress over her brow.
"I'm not changing, whaddya talking about! This is my favourite dress!"
"Oh no! Its bedtime?!?!? But I'm not ready to give up entertaining my parents yet!"