Last week, Katherine paid us a visit around 1 a.m. Margie eventually took her back to her room, but had to leave the light on.
Around 4:30, Margie got up and decided to turn off Katherine’s light, so that she’d sleep in longer.
No Katherine. No Katherine in the bed.
No Katherine under the bed.
No Katherine in the closet.
No Katherine on the guest bed.
No Katherine curled up on the floor nexst to our bed.
Margie was just about to wake me up in a panic, when she decided to check downstairs first. And there Katherine was, sleeping on the sofa.
When asked, later, it was just that she wanted to go downstairs.
“Well, Kitten, Mommy was really worried when she checked on you and didn’t know where you were.”
“Well I knew where I was.”
Well, when you explain it that way …