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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