Rescue Me

This morning Travis was in the shower, I was curling my hair, preparing for church, and Brianna was playing in our bedroom while she waited for us to be ready. She, of course, was all ready to go in a jean skort, white tights and white blouse. Well, while we were both still in the bathroom we suddenly hear Aretha Franklin from the other room. "Come on Baby, and Rescue ME!" she was belting. Travis peeked around the shower curtain and I leaned through the open doorframe and what should we see but Bree standing in her Sunday best, a pair of her daddy's underwear around her neck like a cape, moving and grooving to the oldies station she had managed to turn on from the alarm clock!