In the closet

It has been almost a week now and Megan is still sleeping in the closet. It is making me a little crazy. She has a perfectly nice bed with a mattress she could sleep on. But I'm trying to be Zen about the issue, because, seriously, what's the harm?

Bryan or I have asked her each day when she is going to sleep in her bed again and Megan's answers vary.

Sometimes she tells us that she has turned her bed into a couch, and you can't sleep on a couch. ("Au contraire," I answer, "I love sleeping on the couch, as does Grump, as does Uncle Jeff.") Sometimes she picks a day comfortably far in the future, "Maybe I'll sleep in my bed on Thursday," she'll say.

Like many of the other crazy things she does, I know that she will give this up when she is ready.