One morning this past week, one of the 4am mornings, I woke up exhausted. And when I wake up feeling this way, I’ll usually put a show on for the girls while I try and get another hour of sleep on the sofa. This particular morning I woke up to my youngest Quinn going through daddy’s wallet. I recall seeing it on the coffee table before lying down but didn’t really think anything of it. (In retrospect I don’t know why I didn’t move it. She’s pretty sneaky like I was at her age!)

So, as you can probably imagine...