The other day, my daughter came to me with a worm (mind you, worms are a major fear of mine).... so she has this worm in her little hand and says "sleeping".... it was dead.
As I got my husband to come to my rescue from the worm & my daughter's unawareness to my fear... she says "sleeping, my bed"
She wanted to share her bed with the "sleeping" worm. Dad convinced her that the worm should sleep in the grass with the other worms .
Such a big heart for such a little girl.
Emily, I love you!