I had a bit of trouble staying asleep last night possibly due to the child’s size 10 feet that found their way to my kidney, ear and other soft place (not at the same time) or maybe because of the purring cats who were absolutely desperate for petting. When Reid woke up at 5:00 needing to go to the bathroom, I took her and then suggested that we might trade sides of the bed because my arm was sore. She thought a bit and then reassured me that once we hugged each other, as we do when she goes to sleep, my arm would feel better. If a kiss is good for an ouchie, a hug will solve a sore arm. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I think my arm trouble was directly attributable to the hugging that had been happening throughout the night. She was right, though, the hugging did help or maybe it was her peaceful confidence than it would. And the fact that she decided she wanted to change places because her back was sore couldn’t have hurt. ;+)