The Beast

There is a little corner in our little house that beholds many great and wonderful treasures. Treasures like stuffed mice, books about saying goodnight to the moon, and caterpillar's whose feet make music. Buckets of toys overflow and pretend castles adorn the floors. It is Zoie's corner...

Every night--after we have said good night to the moon, after we have snuggled the stuffed mouse, and closed the doors to the castle, I pick up the corner so that it looks crisp and clean for the next day of adventure:


Then the sun rises...and the beast awakens...and she ventures to find her treasures...and this is what becomes of the corner:





But with a face like this..you really just let it happen...and wait to clean up the magic of play time until the beast goes to bed...