Or a loony-bin... same thing I guess! Tonight K was having her usual overworked extra amped end of the night cycling. Ended in a huge rage, breaking things. Her anxiety going sky high, which released a bunch of stuff about her fears about going to Chicago... Any way, as I am walking over to her room to see if husband needed relief, N was in the bathroom, "brushing her teeth". I look in on her and she has her underwear on her head and is singing, "Oh, I'm a pirate, I'm a pirate, DAR!" She had them pulled down so far so that her little face was peeking out one of the leg holes! No pants on, just a t-shirt... She is standing on her little stool watching herself in the mirror. I just stood there laughing so hard. On the one side I can hear K screaming, nonsenses about life death etc... Then on the other this sweet little kid with her undies on her head singing about being a pirate! Some days you just have to laugh at the absurdity of it all.