One afternoon while we were reading in our chapter book Etta fell asleep on me.
This is quite an anomaly. Not, "Well, it was nice because she hasn't fallen asleep on me since she was a baby" but, "Holy cow! She never falls asleep on me. Ever. Even when she was a baby".
But we were cuddled in pretty good (it was "A Long [cold] Winter" on the prairie after all). But I needed to get up and be productive (after a short nap of my own) and she mumbled, "I just want to sleep here". And an hour and a half (!!!) later she was ready to go again.
Even when you are almost four sometimes you just have to take a rest.
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