Monday, 11 June 2012

Turning the Tables

At naptime, I heard a little sing-songy voice coming from Chancery’s room.  I quietly snuck up the stairs, & opened her door.  Chancery was sitting on her bed, with her pillows stacked, & her stuffed dog, Ginger, on top.


Me: “No, this is not what you are supposed to be doing.”


Chancery: “Sorry, Mummy.”


Me: “You need to lay down & go to sleep.”


Chancery: “You frightened me though!”


Me: “Well, you are being naughty.  If you weren’t being naughty, you wouldn’t have been frightened.  Now, lay down & go to sleep.”


Chancery: “Then don’t frighten me anymore.”


As if it’s my fault she wasn’t sleeping…

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