Smoke... wait, smoke?!?

This morning I was denying the inevitability of getting out of bed by cuddling with this:

Even though when she cuddles she also grabs whatever parts of my face protrude and either twists or pulls with all her might. I know it's just her way of saying "mom, you look awful in the morning. Here, let me help you."

But then I started to smell smoke. Immediately the two older kids blamed this:

for this:


Which didn't seem so bad until we saw this:


-sigh- Good morning.