She's got the whole room to herself and she crams herself into a tiny laundry basket to sleep.
I'm not complaining. The next day she climbed into my bed for nap and had an accident that required me to wash my bedding. I prefer the laundry basket. I just don't understand it. It's one of many great mysteries concerning the mind of a two year old.
Hi Aliyah!
ReplyDeleteI can't wait until you can nap at my house--I have laundry baskets, too!