Vent

You are expecting a rant of sorts, aren't you?  In this case I am thrilled to disappoint you.

I was just in our bathroom and putting my makeup on for the day.  Little came in and asked if she could use my comb to brush out her hair.  I said yes and she walked over to the cabinet thingy (ct) to get my comb out of the top drawer.

 Little is finally tall enough that she can see the wall behind the ct if she gets high on her toes.  There is a vent on the wall just above the ct.  Little saw it and gasped before exclaiming, "YOU HAVE A VENT JUST LIKE MINE!!!"

I know, sometimes you wish you lived at my house. . .