To make a short story long...

Ella said the cutest thing earlier tonight...

After dinner, we were going to share the last cupcake—split three ways. Ella and I ate our portions and left the last part on the counter for Brady. Then we went upstairs to help him finish packing (he's flying out tonight—to Grand Cayman!). A few minutes later, I noticed that Ella was gone. I called for her and she said she was downstairs. I asked her what she was doing and she said, "nothing!".. which meant that she was definitely up to something.

So, I went downstairs and she was hiding under the table in the dining room—just sitting cross legged, waiting for someone to find her. I said hello and went into the kitchen. A few seconds later, Ella entered the room... and this is what she said:

But see, there's a problem. I snuck downstairs and took a bite of Daddy's cupcake. I'm really very sorry, Mama. (sad eyes, pouty face, big hug)

How could I ever be mad at that? :-)