The Book Thief

Our daughter is a book thief. No, not the one from the bestseller-turned-movie.

Nonetheless, let me tell you a true tale that happened last night....

We rang in the New Year by saying good-bye to Katy's baby monitor. She's almost four and we felt that she's old enough to be able to get through the night without it. If something were truly tragic, we'd definitely be able to hear it through the wall that divides our rooms.

Fast forward to last night. Ted turned on Katy's night light, tucked her in and kissed her goodnight. Ted and I were able to watch Downton Abbey (Poor Anna!!! :-() without interruption. I peeked in on Katy before I went to bed and noticed that she had fallen asleep with a book in her hand and several strewn across her bed. No big deal- she put herself to sleep without fussing and/or calling for us (as she usually does).

Around four o'clock in the morning there was a large CRASH!! We were startled awake and Ted immediately searched the house for the culprit. He looked in on Katy and didn't see anything amiss. She was fast asleep. He went for his run, went to work and went about his day.

I had to wake Katy up for Preschool at 7:45 AM, this morning. I woke her with a kiss and her eyes popped open. Immediately, she patted the bed beside her and exclaimed, "My books!" She quickly looked over at me, afraid that she was in trouble. I pointed to the floor beside her, at the pile of books that had crashed to the floor, earlier in the morning. Sheepishly, Katy nodded her head.

Apparently, while Ted and I were downstairs, watching television, Katy was upstairs reading books by night light. She had stacked a pile of about ten books under her blankets, after Ted had tucked her in for the night. Then, at four AM, she accidentally kicked the books off the bed (that was the loud crash), while sleeping.

What am I going to do with that little girl?!?!