While we were out at the mall the other night I got a pack of glow-in-the-dark stars to stick to the walls in Abby’s room. My thinking was that anything that makes her room a more interesting place to her at night is a good thing.
So we hung the stars aroudn the room. They’re not stickers, which is what I thought when I bought the box. They’re plastic stars with a small wad of that tacky stuff you use to hang posters. You stick a little bit to the back of each star and press it onto the wall.
The stars covered a decent portion of the room, and Abby was pleased with the result. Thankfully, our work paid off somewhat, since she was reluctant but willing to sleep in her room alone that night.
Of course, early this morning (around 4am) she came into our bedroom complaining. “The star hit me,” she said. Apparently, one of the stars hadn’t been stuck well enough to the wall, and it fell from the “sky” and hit her while she was sleeping. She used it as an excuse to crawl into our bed, and I found her in the morning, spread-eagle in the center of the bed, curled up in al lof the sheets, fast asleep.
