R just came to me, at 2 am, and asked me if she could have a long peice of firewood. She whispered it and I had to ask her what she said 3 times. I'm not 100% sure but I'm almost certain she said three different things. A different one each time I asked her. Finally I woke up and told her to just say it out loud and than she asked for a long piece of firewood. I asked her why she wanted it and she woke up and looked at me like I had two heads. Papa said he thought she was asleep. So I told her to go pee and go back to bed. After she went to the bathroom she came back to me so I told her to run off to bed. She smiled at me so I asked her if she remembered where her bed was? Of course she says, standing still. So I rubbed her head and told her to go to bed. She left. S is up now to nurse but when I put him back to bed I'll go make sure R found her bed. I very much doubt R will remember this at all in the morning. I wonder if Papa will? He was snoring when I came back to bed with S, who is snoring now. After putting S to bed I checked, she was in bed.
The Bible calls debt a curse and children a blessing. But in our culture we apply for a curse and reject blessings. Something is wrong with this picture.