Last night - 9 pm. All the kids are asleep...except Jenny. Bill and I are in the kitchen talking, cleaning up and prepping for morning. The baby monitor is on and cranked up to hear any noise above breathing. Bill might have thought that I was listening for the baby.
Suddenly, we heard some slight noise. I turned to Bill and said, "Now! Quick! Upstairs and get her out of the baby's room!" He dashed up the steps and flipped on the hall light. There she stood like a deer in the headlights in the middle of the baby's room. Pete was blissfully unaware of the impending wake-up call that had just been thwarted.
Her hands were covering her face - half because of the blinding light, half with the classic toddler logic of If-I-Can't-See-You-Then-You-Can't-See-Me. This saved her hide because Bill finds it to be so absolutely adorable. The old softy.
Her silently led her out of the room and back to bed where her threatened her with a tremendous spanking if she got out of bed again. She stayed put and went to sleep.