The guarding dog, part II.

Ok, so DD was not sleep-walking when she asked me to help find her dog in the middle of the night. That's a relief. Last night I asked her why she came to me the night before. She said that the dog was on the couch, and she found it in the morning. I said, "Yeah, I know that. But why did you come to me in the middle of the night?" She gave me an exasperated with a hint of eye-rolling, "But I needed the dog!"

Yeah, that explains it. Now everything is crystal clear.

In related news... After I finished my conversation with DD, I went into the kids' bedroom to get their pajamas. When I turned on the light I saw someone sitting in the corner of DS's crib, looking somewhat like this:

To say that I got scared is to say nothing. I know the feeling lasted only a few seconds, if that, but that was enough to cause some heart palpitations. Pretty soon I realized what was actually sitting in DS's crib: a big stuffed Shrek, a gift from my dear parents, not some hard-core criminal hiding from justice.

We got to do something about our children's stuffed toys, they are causing too much commotion...