Just about every night, Ashley comes into our room, stands next to the bed, and says to me, “Daddy, can I get in there?”. And I pull her up in with me, always with the expectation of taking her back to her bed in a few minutes, when she is asleep again. Usually it’s about three or four hours later when I take her back, though.

Anyhow… last night this all happened as usual, except for one thing. Instead of me carrying her back, she got out of our bed, and went to her own. Out of her own volition. Just because. I still had to get up and go in there, because Geneva got a little freaked out when Ashley crawled back into bed with her.

I guess she got tired of having to share the bed with Daddy, Mommy and Fiona.