My daughter hates sleeping alone. Hence, the reason that she ventures down the dark staircase every night and tries to wriggle her way between Cameron and me. Or, she finds her way into her brother’s bed and we find her snuggled up to him in the morning. My husband– in an attempt to get her to stay in her bed–told her last week that she can’t sleep with anyone else until she’s married. So, I guess we shouldn’t be surprised when she announced at dinner last night:
“Daddy, I asked Matthew (a little boy in her class) to marry me so that he can start sleeping with me.”
My husband almost choked on his food.
I pray that Matthew’s parents– his dad happens to be the pastor at a big church in town– didn’t hear a similar story.