She not really so much the demon child. But when she’s wide awake at 4 in the morning and wants to play, as my co-worker Lara would say, “That’s a problem.” I don’t think she stopped crawling all over me and went back to sleep until after 6.
But she always redeems herself, you know? Before I left for work, I went in the bedroom, where she was sacked out sprawled out on our sheets, arms stretched out up by her head. One of her eyelids had lifted slightly, revealing a bit of her eyes. I managed to get in her “line of sight,” and “looked” at her. I broke out beaming, and sure enough, a little smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth, until it widened into a full-faced grin. Fast asleep, she drew her arms and legs in, rubbed her face with her hands, and flipped her head to face the other way. Then her arms and legs threw themselves across the bed again, as she was before.
It was all I could do to not pick her up and squeeze her. Oh my GOD, I love that little girl.