It’s R’s first sleepover in her purple room. After the movie ended, she said, “Now it’s time for my sleepover!” So, she brushed her teeth, and I tucked her in. She’s been up five times. The fifth time, I asked why.
“I’m just checking on you.”
“Are you the grown-up?” She smiled and held out her hand to lead me back to the purple room to tuck her in – again.
I think it’s cute because I’m not her parent. Otherwise, she’d be in trouble. This is (one of the reasons) why it’s more fun to borrow other people’s children.