What are the girls up to this morning?

Megan is getting ready for her VERY LAST DAY of pre-school.  The next time I send her out the door, she'll be a Kindergartener.  sniffle, sniffle.

Marina is having the following conversation with me right now:
Me: "Marina, take that cup to the kitchen.  I know you hear me."
Marina: "No, I don't."
Me: "Marina, I KNOW you hear me."
Marina: "No, I don't."
Me: "Marina." (in the stern Mama warning tone)
Marina: (whispering) "Mama, I can't hear you ask me to take the cup.  I just can't."

Melanie was woken up for the very first time by an earthquake this morning. Megan and Marina were snuggling in bed with me when the first jolt shook, and I could hear the next wave coming (imagine a rumbling not unlike a freight train coming down the street).  I had enough time to breathe a "Lord have mercy" and tell the kids to get in the doorway.  We made it to the doorway just as the big jolt hit, and I was on my way to grab Melanie out of her crib when it stopped.  I had about a split second to hope that she had slept through it when the wailing started. Ah well, I suppose you can't have everything in life.