A few nights ago we were driving home after a long day. It was dark out and things had been quiet in the backseat for quite some time. I assumed that both of the girls were asleep. Then I heard Clara very quietly say to herself, “Yes. Right here. This is the very center of my head.” I glanced back to find her gazing out the window with her finger pointed straight down at the top of her head. A few minutes later and we were at the house and I was carrying her snoring body up to her bed.