The day the nightlight broke.

It was 5:30 am and the little voice from the hall was very, very soft. But I was awake already, having woken at 4:30 from a "sound" and then roused JWH at 4:45 to make him go search for a burglar. (There was none.) Still, as is habit at our house, JWH went down to see what was the matter.

The nightlight, it was not illuminated. 

I'm not sure why not, but it was still unlit when I went in to wake them in the morning, JWH curled up right next to the Bun. Flynn, as is his custom, bolted onto the bed to frolic. I put up the shades and we started our day.

But the broken nightlight was on my mind when I saw this:

(Desire to Inspire)

Now I am on the hunt for some of these string lights in just the right color for the Bun's room. Call them "Big Girl" night lights and Bob will indeed be your uncle.

Comments

[JWH]

The tricky IKEA plug wasn't pushed all the way in. Disaster averted.