I'll Come Find You

R has taken to coming out of her bedroom after we've said good night for the night, often with totally random requests.

"I want Daddy to put my blanket on my back."

"My cow fell on the floor."

"My leg hurts."

We (really, usually J, because I can't see her in the dark to understand what she's saying) always walk her back to her room and give her one last kiss and hug and tell her to go to bed.

Last night she came out three times in a row. After the third time J told her, "I'm going to go to bed now so you'll have to stay in bed because if you come out you're not going to be able to find me."

R says, "Then I will knock on your door."