Sleepy sleepy

I meant to post these stories last week but of course time slipped away from me. After a night in her own bed, Nevaeh came into my room one morning and our conversation went like this:

Nevaeh: Good morning, Mama!
Me: Morning sweetheart....did you have sweet dreams?
Nevaeh: Yeah. I had sleep dreams.

Then she noticed her baby doll laying on the floor at the foot of my bed:

Nevaeh: Mama! My baby doll slept with YOU last night?!
Me: No, she was in the way, so I kicked her out of bed!
Nevaeh: You kicked her? You kicked my baby?!?
Me: That's not what I said.

As I sit here typing, Nevaeh has the back of my shirt lifted and she's inspecting the mole on my lower back. Just out of her mouth:

"Mama. Let me get the scissors...I fix your mole."

Eeks!