This is what greeted me when I walked into my bedroom last night.
I've seen some strange things happen when I let her watch TV in there. Once, I saw EVERY.SINGLE.HANGER. that wasn't attached to an article of clothing hanging from the rails of my canopy bed in some sort of art installation.
She said it was a sleep machine, and that I couldn't take it down, no matter what.
Unfortunately, I had to take it down, because otherwise, I DEFINITELY wouldn't have been able to sleep. Those things stretched form the top of the rails to the mattress.
Back to last night. I had let her watch Sprout in my room, partly because it settles her down before bedtime and partly because Jason and I were watching Gory Crime Dramas in the livingroom. I didn't want her to see the gore.
(On another note, I think that whole Sprout-firing-Melanie thing is just dumb. What little "sproutlet" is going to see some spoof PSA she made before they were even born? And I don't like this new Leo character. Plus, I have a suspicion that he's the voice of Keiko from Oobi, and that just kind of freaks me out.)
Anyway, my mom had taken her to the library that afternoon, and she had returned with a bevy of dinosaur books. I didn't know it (I guess I was too engrossed in the Gory Crime Dramas) but she had taken them into my room and made herself a comfortable place out of our four pillows.
I can't say that I blame her. We had one of the windows open because it was such a nice night out, and my bed is pretty darn comfy. That little enclosure she had is EXACTLY like something I'd have done at her age. Except that we weren't allowed to lay on our parents bed, on pain of death. PAIN OF DEATH, PEOPLE.
She can't read, but she was doing a pretty good job of making up the story from the pictures. It was great. She's got such a great imagination.
After she picked out the book to be read to her for real, I lay down beside her and read it to her. The crickets were chirping in the background, a breeze was blowing, and we could hear the occasional glass-packed muffler making its way down Main Street.
I had a wee bit of trouble getting her out of that relaxed position and into the bathroom for potty/tooth brushing time, but I was glad we'd done a special version of story time beforehand.
Life is good.
