I heard little whimperings in the next room, so I went in to check. There was Livi, sitting up in her bed and rubbing her eyes. I held her for a moment. In order to lay back down, she said she needed "milk -- milk in my boddle." (It's a sippy, folks -- just to clear myself of all charges.) I agreed to get her a little milk, and when I brought it back to the room, her eyes were closed and she was snuggled up under the blankets -- all except one finger. The forefinger, designated nose picker, was vigorously exploring her nasal cavities. It was actually... really, really adorable. It was actually a really tender little mother moment. She sensed me there, opened her eyes for a second, accepted my offering of milk, and turned on her side.
I love this little three-year-old.