It was right about then that Anne entered the kitchen, her yawn hid by her hand. Yes, she was wearing pajamas, Dean. Pajama pants, a tank and a robe, to be exact. Her eyes widened and then narrowed slightly as she took in the sight of Sam, now in toddler phase.
"Huh. He wasn't like that last night when I looked in on you guys." She bit her lip and crouched down. "Hi, Sam."