Well last night was the first night for Little Miss in her new butterfly bed, and as predicted it was a bit of a roller coaster ride.
At first there was the ecstasy - “oohhhh, lovely”, “oh, thank you daddy”, “daddy fix it up”, “lots and lots of butterflies” and various other suitably adorable comments.
Then when it came time for bed, the troubles began. The initial excitement at the new bed began to wobble a little when the reality struck that the cot was gone and the new bed was not just where one played but where one slept as well. Then it went from awe and excitement to fear and loathing, not to put too fine a point on it.
The agony was accompanied with cries for the “scary go way spray” (basically a spray bottle with water in it she sprays to chase away fears), and letting us know that she “is a bit sad” because “butterflies scare me”.
I know I shouldn’t have laughed, but I had to leave the room at one stage because all I could think about was the Simpsons episode with Bart rocking back and forth in the bed repeating “can’t sleep, clowns will eat me. Can’t sleep clowns will eat me”
Luckily she wasn’t eaten by butterflies and after a bribery offer of 3! stickers in the morning she actually slept through the night.
