Gone (Anna)

Emma just called us from bed (where we had thought, quite naively, that she had been angelically sleeping), and when I went up to check on her, I found her stark naked. "Where's your nappy, kiddo?" says I. "I had a pee in nappy, so took it off," says she. She had taken her nappy off by herself and flung it over the edge of her bed. Lovely. Must say I'm quite grateful it was a pee and not a poo. Maybe that explains why she had requested no pyjamas at bed time. It's all part of her grand ploy for autonomy.