Trixie has really been pushing her bedtime recently. It’s not terribly hard to get her to bed, but once she’s there, she stays awake for hours and hours.
One thing she does is take care of her own dolls and put them to bed. She’ll do diapers, feed them, line them up, tuck them in and then do it all over again. She also loves sneaking out of bed and quietly playing with toys. The toy of choice lately is the enormous set of plastic foods — fruits, meats, vegetables, plates, cups — everything you need for a picnic. And a picnic she makes. We’ll find her setting up places for all her babies on a blanket in the middle of the room. We tell her to stay in bed and she’ll leap back where she’s supposed to be.
This past week, I heard some stuff going on and popped my head in. She was in her bed, but then I noticed a picnic setting and some food on the covers.
“Trixie, this doesn’t belong in bed. It goes back on the blanket and you need to go to sleep”
I started moving the food back and discovered more and more pieces buried in the sheets and covers. There were dozens of chicken legs and orange slices, french fries and apple pies. I moved her pillow and it crunched. It was stuffed full of plastic utensils and dairy products.
“Trixie, what in the world is all this food doing in your pillow?”
Very matter-of-factly she declared, “They are under my stuffed animals, too. I was hiding them because I didn’t know if you were peeking in or not.”
What could I do? I was very impressed. She had an entire picnic — like about 150 pieces of plastic — hidden in her bed. I’m going to put her in charge of cleaning up next time company comes over.