Martin came home for lunch, like he does. the girls were playing upstairs. he made lunch, we sat down to eat together. At some point, I said, “It’s awfully quiet up there.”

We decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, and continued our lunch. We finished, cleaned up, and headed upstairs.

“Where’s Serena?”

“Not here,” says Rio.

We call her, nothing. Suddenly her silence seems more ominous. A quick search turns her up, in perfect health but sound asleep on my bed. She naps on my bed every day. Today, apparently, she got tired, went to my room, pulled a chair out of the corner and pushed it up against the bed so she could climb up, and put herself down for a nap.

I guess she was tired.

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