I've been really frustrated with Elsie lately. She's turned into a whining champion of olympic proportions and we all know how well I handle The Whine. Putting her to bed last night, I gave her hugs and kisses and then sighed, "What am I going to do with you, Miss Elsie?" She just gave me that face that only she can do and said, "Just throw me in the garbage."

She lives to see another day.