Classic Abigail

And I don’t mean her name…
I mean, as many of you know, she is about as detail oriented as they come and she notices everything and lets you know when it is different.

Consistency is huge with children, as everyone knows, and children are entirely too observant and when you are a child like Abigail whose very life seems to depend on honoring the tradition of say…something that happened once…in a movie…during the credits! you tend to make it clear to The Variable (that is me) when any one thing is out of place.

Exhibit A:
About two weeks ago the smoke detector in Abby’s room needed a new battery at 7AM. Boy that chirping was obnoxious. So I got out of bed and removed the offensive little critter…to the KITCHEN.

About 2 hours later when Abby stirred I was anxious to consider the possibility that she may sleep right through till noon. I can dream. Instead she stirred a bit, rolled over slightly and then BOLTED upright in bed. Presently she turned and in a barely quiet “whisper” said

DADDY!
What?
There is something missing!
What?!
There is something missing!
What are you talking about?
Something is always on my ceiling, it is round, and it is right over there. But it’s gone!

This thing is not the only thing on her ceiling and it is at the other end of the room.
She got her smoke detector back that night and I will take the Pepsi challenge with Abby, 10 mattresses, and a pea ANYTIME.