Rowan Tree and Red Thread

Okay, part of Rowan's bedtime routine that hasn't changed with the recent weaning is the ritual of asking her which toy she'd like to take with her. Every night we say "Rowan, it's bedtime, do you want to pick a toy to take to bed?" And every time she rushes over to the nappy bin by her changing table and grabs it, a big smile on her face. She knows we're never going to cart that huge thing upstairs, let alone pop it in the bed next to her for the morning, but she tries it every time. It's part of the ritual.

Last night, as many times before, we said "Rowan, it's bedtime, do you want to pick a toy to take to bed?" She quickly grabbed the nappy bin, and Sam and I did our usual "No, you can't have that! It's too big/smelly/whatever." Quick as a flash, she ran from the bin to the Christmas tree and grabbed that. Her grin was enormous. I could see her thinking "this will get a laugh" as she hugged the branches of the tree.

Unfortunately we weren't able to get the tree up the stairs and into the bedroom. She probably deserved it.