Little Miss asks for me to print out Superman for her to color.
After hunting a bit online, I find a drawing of Superman holding a boulder over his head that catches her fancy.
For 10-15 minutes, I hear her busily scribbling away.
At some point, Tiern wanders over to her and says: “Actually, Miss is asleep.”
Dadoo: “Indeed, she is.”
After sleeping on the floor, she moved herself to a more comfy spot.
Here’s the masterpiece she was working on that sapped her energy.