I swear she’s been up 15 times since I put her to bed.
Every time was another excuse.
“The bed’s not comfy.”
“Sohaila is on my side.”
“I need my water bottle”
“When are you coming to bed daddy?”
“If you come now I’ll snuggle with you.”
“Can you turn the tv down daddy”
“I hear something in Losiah’s room.”
“Seanna…That would probably be Losiah”
Seanna go to bed…
I hear scratching on Losiah’s door.
Losiah is in our bed.
heart, pound, sprint, listen, scratching, listen, breathe, scratching, crap, 1…2…3…
Giggles in the pink room across the hall.