Oh. So that's how it is.

Never mind our precious weekend of Disney's Tangled and the Nutcracker. A sleepover at Emma's. Chocolate milk and "Pink Panther" in the afternoon. These days, Marley's all about how all her boring Mommy and Daddy do is tell her what to do. And she's had it. She's running away. Shouldn't I be dealing with this in like, three or four years?