Yesterday Ceanna and I decided that she would have her own room for the first time ever (and Connie and Shannon would share a room). So we spent a couple of hours moving things around, bringing in her clothes and things, and making it her special place. A few minutes after we finish she calls to me. I find her sitting at the kitchen table with a piece of paper and a pen.
Me: What is it?
Ceanna: Mommy, how do you spell Keep Out?