On Friday, my girls came home with their report cards. They had worked so hard that it deserved a reward. Now, my children are undoubtedly chronically spoiled, yet I believe that a report card also asks for a little useful gift. Therefore, I bought them a pair of pajamas (because now it was officially chill-time) and I found these adorable little books from the series Little People, Big Dreams. I bought the books about Frida Kahlo and Anne Frank and in the evening they were lying together on the couch, in their fresh pajamas while asking each other if they could swap them once they were done. From me, my girls get the highest score imaginable on their report card.