Logic

The other night, Brigid conned her way into our bed by telling Steve she was scared. When he asked her what she was scared of, she said, "I don't want to tell you, because then you will be scared, too." In the face of that logic, he decided it was easier to let her sleep with us than argue with her about sleeping in her own bed.

A few days before that, I heard her making noise upstairs, while I was downstairs with Caitlin. When I asked her what, exactly, she was doing up there, she informed me it was 'something you can't handle.'

I have absolutely no idea what I'm in for as she gets older, but I know it scares the hell out of me...