We exchanged exhausted glances across the living room.
"She is asleep. Shall we head for bed early?"
"Sounds like a great idea!"
Upstairs on tippy-toes, slipping on PJs, brushing teeth, etc.
Sliding into bed with a collective sigh of relief.
A kiss goodnight.
A few minutes of pointless chatter - whispered so that she is not disturbed.
Drifting, sinking into the warm bed.
Sliding into needed sleep.
tinkle tinkle tinkle
It is the bell on her collar.
"Maybe she is just turning over..."
"Oh, thank you. I can't..."
I head downstairs and watch an old episode of South Park while cuddling our little treasure back to sleep...