I'll never know.

My daughter has successfully invaded my space.  She’s worn me down.  Lapping waves of her repeated creeping into my room in the middle of the night has eroded my will to turn her away.  It started at dawn.  Then it was around four a.m.  A few days later it turned into three a.m. then two.  Saturday night she was in my room by midnight.  Last night she burst through the door dragging her blanket and whining at about eleven p.m.  Me putting her in her own bed is all a sham.  I’m a sham…kissing her goodnight in her room and telling her I will see her in the morning.  What a joke…the morning.  She doesn't even fight me anymore when I put her to bed because she knows she can just slip on into bed with me at any time.  She’s an evil genius.  She is a mastermind and I’m her ‘yes man’ sidekick.  At this very moment she is laying here nudging me.  She just clapped in her sleep.  Now she is telling me to move because three-quarters of the bed is obviously not enough for her two and half foot, thirty-three pound frame.  It must be nice having someone wrapped so tightly around your little finger.  I’ll never know.