Katherine fell asleep on the living room rug this afternoon. She was apparently tired from her little mini vacation down the Cape with my parents.
So anyway, Julia, Emily and I were in the office while Katherine slept. I asked Emily if she would walk in to the living room and get Julia's "night night"(the little white blanket she sleeps with). So she goes, and I watch her.
She had a little trouble finding it and went right over to her sleeping sister, bent down low, and screamed in her ear (even though she was talking to me) "WHERE IS HER NIGHT NIGHT?"
This is what I mean when I say I don't understand her sometimes.