Sweet dreams

A couple of evenings ago, Janie crawled up into my lap at about 5:00 and promptly fell asleep. No dinner. No bath. No pajamas. Just completely conked out.

Rob was at work, so it was just the two of us and I let her sleep on my lap for about an hour. The remote was within reach and I flipped quietly through the channels while she snoozed. I fully expected her to wake up from her power nap at any moment and then stay up for half the night. But nope - she stayed asleep. Even when I tried wiggling around a little bit to see what would happen.

So I laid her in down in her bed, covered her up and crept out of her room wondering if she would make it through the night. Or if maybe she would be up at 3:00 AM, unable to go back to sleep.

At some point, maybe around 10:00, I could hear her moving around a bit, so I tip-toed in to check on her. I pulled her covers back up and asked if she wanted a drink.

Her response?

"I just want to sleep."

Oh, the apple does not fall far from the tree. Not far at all.