For a good little while on Saturday afternoon I thought E had gone upstairs with her father. I was working in the kitchen and she was playing with her cars in the living room. It wasn’t noisy play, but the cars all receive names and personalities, and orders are barked at them on the proper turning radius, and they all discuss with one another who gets to park in a particular space. It’s a rather civilized affair, except for the ambulance who always butts in with a loud siren. So when it fell quiet I assumed she had followed M upstairs and was playing in her room. Awhile later, when I went upstairs to get something I ran into M on the second floor. I told him I thought it would be a good idea if she got a nap in since she had such a busy day on Friday. He agreed saying that the last time he had seen her she seemed to have a bit of that thousand yard stare. I asked what she was up to, he asked the same, and that’s when we realized we had no idea what she was up to. Turns out she had decided on her own to abandon the parking lot, make a little pillow nest on the couch and turn in for a three and a half hour nap. (That’s not how long it took us to notice she was MIA!) We both thought that was pretty grown up of her, to realize that she needed a nap, and to get to it on her own. A lesson we should learn to follow a little more often.