I've always been fascinated by the little angel's skill in balancing and arranging her toys in all manner of Norman-Rockwell-meets-The-Shining scenes: super cute when she's there and super creepy when she's not.

When I got out of bed this morning, I heard the steady cadence of her voice in the next room. I looked at Beloved. "You're missing Story Hour," he said.

But I was late getting up and went down to get coffee and then we scrambled for the bus, and I forgot all about the whole thing until I went upstairs to shower and her light was on.

This is what I found.

The whole gang. She sleeps every night with almost everyone you see pictured here.

Ski Bear (slumped in the middle) is getting plastic surgery over Easter because my girl thinks he looks unhappy and wants him to smile more. SCARY!

Alexandra and Erin and their many pets.

Luv Bear, Sophie and Benjamin

Pink Kitteh and company

Tanya, who is unfortunately always in that hospital bed with tuberculosis, which killed Louis Braille.

(That was her explanation. I don't ask questions any more.)

Totally the best part.