This time, she fell asleep on my office chair. Don’t ask how. I’ve stopped asking my children “how,” because it will lead no where. Just accept my children have mad-crazy skills in the sleep department (you really should know this by now).
Either that, or I’m just wicked awesome with magical sleeping powers, or something.
I should just be happy, sleep is sleep, right?
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