It's Genetic

Lately, the fact that Cora has no less than 1749 stuffed animals/dolls in her crib has been weighing on my mind.  Due to the onset of the terrible twos a series of unfortunate events this afternoon, all 1749 items ended up on the nursery floor.  So, this evening before bedtime, I asked Cora to choose which animals she wanted in the crib.  I kid you not, she chose all 1749 and even selected two more from the basket of stuffed animals on the floor.  I was a little concerned that she would not be able to find a place for herself to sleep amid the menagerie, but I was not about to take on the apocryphal battle that would come should I ask her to edit her choices!

 I had the chance to ponder this whole sequence of events while John was reading Cora her bedtime story.  It occurred to me that I used to sleep with at least 1700 animals in my bed, too.  I remember lining them all up in a special order.  And, I also remember knowing in the morning which animals were missing (i.e. on the floor) before I looked for them.  And, I turned out normal. . .right?  right?          chirp, chirp, chirp

Here she is among the zoo.  I am really amused by the fact that Tigger (one of them; there are two Tiggers in the crib) has found a very, umm, interesting position to sleep in.  And, poor Bidey has found himself stuck under little missy.  I never hear the animals protest, so I guess it's okay!