I've told her she can call it a night. She washed up the spoons and forks, but I didn't make her touch anything breakable.

Tomorrow, though, I'm taking her out back and I'm going to give her all the chipped cups and plates I can find, and we're going to smash every last one until she can laugh about it.

I hope she can laugh about it. If not, we'll need to send her to the mad house by the time we're through.

What a night!