thursday, 2:39 am

I rolled over to find Sarah snuggled up next to me in the bed along with her new flashlight, a book, and her favorite stuffed animal, Lamb. Thank goodness she hadn't brought along her yet-to-be-named purple unicorn pillow pet or there wouldn't have been room for everything and something (probably me) would have had to go. I dragged myself into consciousness enough to inform her that the middle of the night wasn't really the best time to be reading and that she should put her book down and go to sleep. She simply grunted and kept on reading. I promptly fell back to sleep only to be awakened a few minutes later by the flashlight shining right in my face. Apparently, someone had fallen asleep while reading, released her grip on the flashlight, and allowed it to shine right at me. What can a six-year-old possibly be so excited to read in the middle of the night that she must employ her flashlight in order to get in just a few more paragraphs? Why, the classic starts Hunchback of Notre Dame, of course.