Get out of there, Darcy. You are not the dishes.
My five year old daughter's bedroom was first door to the left outside my master bedroom. One night our family retired for the night and soon after, our quiet was interrupted by a piercing scream and our daughter came barreling down the hall and flew into our bed. My spouse said her feet probably did not touch the floor but twice. It seems when she got into her bed, her feet touched something warm at the end of the bed. We went running into her bedroom, threw back the covers and (continued)