Bedtime. The little girl and her father lay side by side on her narrow twin bed for a bedtime story. I sat on the nearby rocker, and settled down for a few minutes of rest with this very enjoyable view.
"Mommy, come here," the little girl demanded. I very reasonably pointed out that there was no more room on the bed. She thought about it for a second.
"Make a sandwich!" she exclaimed, and wiggled herself to stack on top of her father. Sure enough, now there's space beside her just enough for me to squeeze in and layer on top of her to form the sandwich.
I laughed. There was just no escaping, was there?
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