Whose Bed Is It Anyway?

Our little girl took a long nap this afternoon so it’s not surprising that she couldn’t sleep tonight.  The sweet little thing wandered into our room only 30 minutes after we’d put her to bed and only 10 minutes after she and Carter had quit talking – and she said, 

“I can’t sleep.  I had a bad dream.” 

I reminded her that you have to actually go to sleep to have a dream.  Then after 45 minutes or so of wiggling around in our bed, talking while we were trying to watch TV, and generally being as cute as she can be so she can stay up as late as possible (and she was very cute!), she had this to say,

“Dada, you’re bugging me.  Your blanket is bugging me!”

Whose bed is it anyway? 

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