I hear calamitous clinks and thuds above me, and I know exactly what has happened. Instead of sleeping, the girls have opened their closet and pushed their bucket of toys from the top shelf to the floor. I sneak upstairs to listen, and this is what I hear:
Josephine: "Millie! Millie! NO. Mama does NOT like messes. Millie! Amelia! Mama will not be happy!"
Then I swing open the door. Millie scampers from the closet to her bed, and hides under her blankets. Jo points an accusatory finger, "Millie did it! Millie did it, mom, not me."