If you are wandering around the house in the middle of the night, you deserve to run into a wall or two. That's my theory and I fully support it, despite the fact that I have rammed my noggin into a wall just about every night for the past three weeks. (I SWEAR that hallway keeps moving. There is no other explanation.) Night lights? Pshaw. A good door to the face collision will have you seeing enough stars to light up the darkest night.

We don't need no stinkin' night lights.

And yet, somehow, I had a moment of weakness right after we moved to this house. In a moment of crazy, I decided to let the kid keep a light on while she was trying to fall asleep. About a week later, I was fed up with wasting enough electricity to light up Manhattan and took away the privilege.

Mr. Husband did not.

Actually, he could not.

There are many ways that Alexis manipulates her dear daddy, and that is one of them. She can absolutely fall asleep without any lights on (she's been doing it her entire life), but she will. not. do. it for him. At all.

Which just makes this whole thing even more insane:

The tent. She was supposed to get the tent for Christmas last year, but then we didn't feel like setting up her twin bed. Lazy who? Oh yeah, lazy us.

The sleep mask. The sleep mask was one of the accessories that came with the tent. I can tell you that the tent makes it pretty dark, but that mask? Makes it a total blackout.

But OF COURSE she still wants the light on. It's the only way for her to know that her tent and mask are actually working.

Or something.

I bet she still sees stars when she smacks into a wall.