Sweet Dreams

The night before our very early morning ferry crossing, Mackenzie was having trouble getting to sleep. Daddy and I were in the washroom getting ready for bed ourselves and we could hear the girls bouncing around, especially Kenzie. In typical Daddy form, he whipped open the bathroom door and in his mean voice, hollered, "Get to sleep!" Well this scared and upset Mackenzie making it difficult still for her to get to sleep. Now instead of being full of giggles and bounces she was full of sobs and her unfortunate, common comment, "I don't like Daddy." Big sister Taylor went about doing her best to calm Mackenzie and sang to her with her sweet, quiet voice to calm her down, "Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep my..." In the end, Taylor, in my sister's usual fashion when she was the same age, fell asleep herself way before Mackenzie did. So when I reappeared into the room, Mackenzie climbed in with Daddy and myself, kissed me on the cheek, saying, "sweet dreams, you're sweet, don't let the bedbugs bite."