the Velvet one.
I told Dani she could read until 8:30. So she comes wandering out of her room at 9:00 and just sits down, like, no biggie. Up with the A-dults. jUst hangin'.
Girl, lights were out at 8:30...she says they have been out. she just can't sleep. she's uncomfortable.
The reason why becomes ever so evident as I walk her back to her room.
She's placed every whoppin' stuffed animal ever created on her bed, like a Fair Paraphernelia Party, but without the stank of corndogs, barely leaving a corner for her curled up little body. Wha, huh?!
"Chuckle. chuckle. WEll this is why you can't sleep, hunny. What's going on?"
"What?" says she. "They each need my individual attention. "
"But, uh, don't you think you'll be a much happier sleepin' child if you weren't overtaken by a gagillion stuffed entities? I think they'll be okay. "
"No. Says the Velveteen Rabbit."
ponder ponder. remembering. childhood...crying...wailing...over that blasted rabbit
"Okay. I get it. Let's at least push 'em over then."
"That was a sad book, mom."
And there they'll stay.