This morning the boys were up at 5:30 to go fishing with Clive. I said thanks, but you go ahead without me. Aimee was a little miffed at being left behind so I took her out for a girls' morning. The guy at the coffee shop, being young and childless, had no real idea what a baby chino was and Aimee was already a few sips through when she declared it to be coffee. And so it was. I quickly threw it into my cup, but I fear it was too late. She was rolling around her bed with big eyes until about 9:00 p.m. tonight. Could the caffeine have buzzed the poor child so severely?
Me: "Aimee, no more talking!"
Aimee: "I'm not talking, I'm dreaming."
.... bit later....
Aimee: "Mom, I'm worried there's a snake in my pillow."
Eventually, I resorted to the "Symphonies of Sleep" CD and lay next to her. I might have fallen asleep before she did.