My nemesis

This book! Which Peanut loved all day yesterday until the sun went down.

By bedtime, she was completely mortified. {I wish I could think of "stronger" words than "completely mortified".}

She {finally} fell asleep at 10:40 {bedtime is 8:30}. And woke-up at 1:33am thinking her silky red trimmed blanket had a, "ripped off arm under it".

By 3:10am, we had realized, in fact, there was certainly NOT a ripped off arm under the blanket.

Now, if I could only find Mr. Schwartz's address or better yet phone number, I think I'd like to call him around 2am tomorrow morning.