I brushed her teeth, read her stories, and tucked her in bed. She yawned, cozied up under her blankets, and I knew she would drift off shortly.
So... WHY? When we checked on her two hours later was she here?
There she was, fast asleep, on the floor, carefully covered with a blanket, Foofa next to her, three-quarters of the way under the bed.
Three year olds... their logic defies me!