Last night, around 10pm, the door to our bedroom opened up and in the door frame stood a very cranky looking Julia.
ME: What's up, honey?
JULIA: I can't play with my American Girl dolls EVER AGAIN!
ME: What? Why not?
JULIA: Because I can't find my EASTER BASKET.
ME: What Easter basket?
JULIA: My American Girl Easter basket.
ME: You mean an American Girl thing you got last Easter?
JULIA: No, my American Girl EASTER BASKET.
ME: What American Girl Easter basket? Do you have an American Girl Easter basket?
JULIA: I *made* one.
ME: You did? When did you make it? Today?
JULIA: A long TIME ago.
ME: Okay. Well, don't worry about that right now, just get back to bed.
JULIA: But I can't FIND it and I've been looking EVERYWHERE!
ME: When were you looking for it?
JULIA: Like, five minutes ago!
ME: Honey, you've been asleep for hours.
JULIA: (confused)
ETHAN: She's sleep-walking.
JULIA: (indignant) No, I'm NOT!
ME: Honey, let's get you back to bed. (walking her back into her room, wherein she got into bed and immediately fell asleep.)
This morning, I recounted the incident to Julia.
ME: Do you remember coming into my bedroom to tell me you couldn't find your American Girl Easter basket?
JULIA: Yes...well, I remember that I was in your room. I don't remember looking for an Easter basket.
ME: Do you even really have an American Girl Easter basket?
JULIA: (giggling) No!!
That must have been some dream she had before sleepwalking into our bedroom. She was adamant about that non-existent Easter basket that she didn't really make.
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