A few weeks ago, Dad carried my basket upstairs at bedtime and plunked me into it. I generally like my basket so I was willing to be cooperative for a minute....that was my first mistake.
Then I hopped out of my basket to get into bed, and Mom went, "Eh, eh" in that way that means bad things.
Do you know I think they were expecting me to sleep all night in my basket?
The status quo is I'm humoring them by at least starting the night in the basket, but once they go to sleep they can't yell at me for crawling into my nice, warm, big bed. I have their best interests at heart really--how will they stay toasty without me?
