At it again

Right after I finished that last post, I put Alison down for a nap. I made the executive decision that I would let her quietly play for awhile and then go in and help her clean off her bed and tuck her in again. It sounded like a good plan. When I went in to clean off her bed and tell her it was time to go to sleep, I found her bed fuller than it ever has been. I probably shouldn't find this so funny, but it just continues to crack me up. She's falling out of her bed, clenched to a Dick and Jane book, (which by the way, the is 150 pages long!), amidst 100 toys she's scoured, snoring.