So it’s 10:15, she’s been in bed for an hour and a half. I go in to check on her, and…

(shuffling pages)

“Emma, you’re supposed to be asleep!”

“I’m reading about Curious George making pancakes, she informs me. “And taking a nap!”

I gently correct her. “Emma, you’re not asleep, your eyes have to be closed to be asleep. To bed!”

I go to leave, and she asks “Dad? Can I keep one eye open?”