or a wannabe escapee.
before her prayers are even over she says "yeave it open. yeave it open, mama!"
then begins the battle of "stay in bed" and "yeave it open"
she tries to sneak peaks at what we are doing.
"go back to bed, or i'll close the door."
"nooooo yeave it open!"
tonight she won.
i walked in, hit her with door and just about stepped on her.
daddy's sweaters make good pillows.
it'll be interesting to see how this plays out when we move to the house and she gets her own room...upstairs.