Alice decided that she hated her daybed. It's wooden, 20 years old, great construction, and it has hearts carved in it. The bed is beautiful.

Or, at least, it means that in her head, which led to a massive pout. So, today I told her I was going to sell her bed on Craigslist. Her eyes got really wide. I took pictures and showed them to her and she burst into tears. Why? Alice has decided to wait until she's 12 to revisit the subject of getting a new bed. She gave no explanation, but I think she must have some type of attachment, and at least realizes mommy is willing to compromise. (selling her bed to finance a new one)
Crisis resolved. Until she is 12. Or until Thumbelinas new bed arrives...
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