Will be when I announce she is moving out of the house to go to university, join the circus or whatever she decides to do as an adult.
So last night Mallory went to bed at the usual time. As often happens, I hear her fumbling for her water bottle. This is followed by a short period of silence, which is followed by more sounds of water bottle being put back on shelf. This is followed by silence.
After spending weeks in anticipation of her new bed arriving, (“When my bed comes I’m going to sleep all by myself”) Mallory now ascends the stairs to bed saying, “I only want to sleep in daddy’s bed.” So much for that.
Tonight Mallory sleeps in her own bed. I’m going to join her eventually, but the day will soon come that she will sleep by herself. I’m not sure how I feel about that.