At 2:02am I heard the sound of tiny footsteps walking down the hall. It wasn’t the sound of heavy boots, spiked heels or blood suckers so I had no reason to sound the alarm. In fact, the pitter patter of small feet likely hypnotized me into an even deeper sleep.
Something at 2:14am had me questioning whether I had heard the little footsteps at all and if so, why had I not heard them return to their miniature resting place?
At 2:22am, my curiosity got the better of me, I really wasn’t doing much and I decided to tour the house for clues.
My first stop was Hanna’s room and as I had suspected, she was not in her bed.
I found her with all of the lights on in the family room and kitchen, watching t.v. as though it was the middle of the day and she was wondering what was holding up breakfast service.
She was smothering a two pack of Littlest Pet Shops that must have been delivered to her by the Tooth Fairy or her husband (according to Ellie), the Sandman.
Her tooth was knocked out of her mouth by Greg just before 8pm while squeezing her cheeks the way one would the family dog while repeating, “You’re so cute!” The tooth fell, Hanna became enraged and rightfully so. This was the second knock-out at the hands of her Dad. The first was just before brushing her teeth a couple of loose teeth ago when he flicked her chin and the tooth spun out of her mouth, somersaulting toward the ceiling. She was not amused then, she was less amused last night and I suspect was entranced in deep thought over how to keep her teeth in her mouth until they have reached their full dental destiny while watching an episode of Wizards of Waverly Place in the wee hours of the morning.
I explained it was the middle of the night and that she had to return to her bed. She did have an important day at a bird sanctuary today and the birds expect an alert crowd, otherwise, they’ll flap off stage, not before flipping everyone the bird and their show is simply a waste of everyone’s time.
She agreed to follow me but repeated, “I’m not tired.” I think I mumbled something about beet salad in my half sleep but what I meant to say was that I was tired and I needed her to stay in her bed and try to rest.
Greg woke at 6am and found Hanna back in the family room watching t.v. He told her she was up earlier than usual and she picked up her portable bed, stocked with two pillows a comforter and bath-robe and crept her way back to her room.
At 6:35am I went into her room and could NOT wake a very tired, toothless, little girl.
Look out birds, someone woke up on the wrong side of the nest.
