I knew Matt & Charlotte hadn't left to go to the grocery store yet, but it was so quiet that I couldn't imagine what they were doing. I tracked them to Charlotte's room, where Matt was sitting in the rocking chair and Charlotte was on the footstool, and he was trying to braid her hair. I stifled a giggle, and ducked out of sight.
"What are you laughing at?" called Matt.
"Nothing. Well, the look on your face while you're braiding her hair - overwhelmed, but kinda determined."
"That?" said Matt. "That's a 'Parent Face.'"