My daughter? She sleeps at the funniest times. Good old Smith-Magenis Syndrome.
Like falling asleep, mid-sip, of her most favourite-ist drink from "Coffee Starbucks". Oh, that yummy, yummy vanilla bean. Who could blame her?
Or on the steps, post meltdown, listening to her daddy on the phone while watching her iPod. I mean, what is more comfortable than sleeping on the stairs?
Comfy, cozy stairs.
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