Woke up at 3AM to the sound of Eleanor in the hallway yelling, “Mommy are you downstairs?”
ME: I’m in my bedroom!
ELEANOR: Where?
ME: In my bedroom! Open the door! (I refuse to get out of bed.)
ELEANOR: (after jiggling the door) I can’t open the door!
ME: (grumble, jump out of bed, then fling open the door) Why aren’t you in bed?
ELEANOR: (looking worried) My sister is not in her bed!
ME: What?
Eleanor repeats herself, then follows me as I storm into their bedroom. A sudden panic as I don’t see Miranda in her bed. I rush to her bed and pull back the covers. Miranda is curled up in the corner and was completely under her comforter. She stirs as I say, “Eleanor, she’s right there!”
Eleanor, satisfied, gets back into bed. I guess she checks on her sister overnight.