This sleeping thing is getting crazy

Now not only do I insist (and I mean insist, like nobody but a 2-year-old can) that I wear my shoes to sleep, but I also have to take my (cold, hard, metal) Dora lunch box in there with me. Not to mention all the usual suspects - Zoe, Elmo, Osito, blocks, books, etc.

Mami and Daddy's only victory in all this is that I'm now content to wear a new pair of sandals that are too big for me, so they go on over the PJs. And they have straps so they stay on, so no more panicked fits of crying in the middle of the night when a shoe comes off. (The fight now is convincing me that I can't wear these sandals during the day.)