One week-night, I was down stairs, I was maybe 9 or 10 years old. I was hanging out, or more likely, bugging Josh. Of course, I was supposed to go to sleep earlier. Most times, I didn't have to obey this rule if I was quiet enough, but this time I guess I was too loud to stay up that night. Mom came to the top of the stairs and yelled for me, "Caraaaa!," she yelled, "Yeaaaa?", I replied. "Come upstairs and put your legs on!" I bust out laughing , simply because she was hilarious, but more obviously the comparison between legs and pajamas, the sound of it just got to me...I couldn't stop laughing about that all night and still have not forgotten that it was one the of the examples of how interesting my mother made life, while balancing everything enough to stay the pleasant and loving woman I knew her to be.