The other day Emma was in her room for nap time (or quiet time, as it's turned into for her), and was not happy about it. She just doesn't get that mommy needs that time to do mommy things - like nap, do laundry, read blogs and play silly games on Facebook.
Anyway, about 20 minutes went by when a note floated down over the upstairs balcony and into the hallway downstairs. I happened to be walking by when it arrived. It looked like this:
And a moment later I received this note:
Later, when she was finally granted access to the magical land of downstairs (really, does she think she's missing out on all the fun?) Emma informed me that it said, "I would like to come downstairs now."
You've got to credit her for trying! At least she's creative.