Sasha has been having trouble falling asleep, lately. I think she's reaching those twin perils of childhood rest: fear of the dark, and fear of missing Somthing Cool Going On Downstairs.
Tonight, as she dangled herself over the crib rail, she explained to me -- and very earnestly, I might add -- why she wouldn't go to sleep. "Bad dreams," she said.
She gave me a meaningful look. "Tummy," she added, by way of explanation.
Well, sure, that clears the whole thing up, right?
My kitchen is: Beats me. I spent the day in New Jersey, rendering an AIX box unbootable. Surprisingly easy, that.
Posted by andrea at September 28, 2004 11:03 PM