This is a normal sight at the end of the evening. After we gather together the obstacle course of toys that accumulate over a day and turn on the boys’ night light. Abby will park herself in the corner of their room and beam subtly, unwilling to budge, as the orange reflection glows on her fresh skin. Peeking in, she’ll let out a squealy laugh and continue on, enjoying the quiet illumination flaring from the walls.
Which reminds me of a joke my parents like to tell:
Where were you when the lights went out?
In the dark! Hahaha! Ha.. ha. Yeah.