There's a frying pan in my bed

Yes, there is a frying pan in my bed.  I didn't put it there.  Annie put it there.  She carried it around with her for 2 hours after dinner.  Then she came up to my room and brought it in bed.  For me, this was a choose your battles moment.  She wasn't swinging it.  She just set her stuffed puppy baby in it.  I guess it made a better chair than the basket she was using yesterday.


I just carried her to her crib, but I didn't put the pan in there with her.  No doubt she'll wake up in the middle of the night crying for it.  She loves to cuddle with things.  It's just that usually they're soft and cuddly, not cold and hard.  Go figure.


All of my children are so unique and different.  But Aniella just beats to the tune of her own drummer.  She is by far the most free thinking.  She cracks me up.