I'm Tired

"I'm tired, " she wearily said at the dinner table. I nodded and smiled and continued to clear the table. "Start going to the shower kids, then brush your teeth!" I heard footsteps running up the stairs and across the second floor of the house. That's a good sign of activity. After I had finished cleaning up, I climb up to check on the kids and help them scrub down all the day's activities. The little girl was not with her sisters. Where is she? No one knew. I looked under the bed. I looked in the toilet. I looked inside the closet. Nope. I went back down and there she was, sitting in the corner of the couch, knocked out, fast asleep. I guess she was really tired, after all.