The look of a winner

Sophie's fever is gone today, but she still isn't herself. She's been moody as hell and hasn't slept since 10am, although Chris and I have tried to lay her down for naps or night-night no less than seven times since then. Here she is around 8pm, after the last time we caved and got her back up. She had just finished speed-dialing her Grandma three times in a row. Is this not the face of a girl who is sure of her dominance over us puny parental units?