diva

I woke up at 4:00 am to the sound of Ainsley crying. I walked into her room and she was lying on her back, an actual tear falling down her sweet cheek.

Me: What's the matter, sweetie?

Ainsley: Blanket!

I look in her crib and notice that her blanket is right next to her. It looks like it just slipped off to the side because it's not bunched up or in a ball at her feet or anything.

Me: (confused) You want your blanket?

Ainsley: Yeah...

So I pull her blanket up over her and she snuggles in and is back asleep before I even leave the room.

Wonder how that little maneuver will work for me the next time I sit down to watch TV and realize I've left my water in the kitchen...