Our special treat at bedtime is two chapters of the Petit Prince (in German), read by me, after a story from daddy. Tonight, after a day spent festivaling at Streetland and going on the scariest of rides at the carnival, she announced after the end of the second chapter "Ich bin gar nicht müde" (I'm not tired at all). "Kann ich mit dir kuscheln?" (can I cuddle with you). Of course you can. She turned around to me and within a blink of an eye I could hear her heavy sleepy breathing.
Slowly I picked myself out of her octopus embrace and covered her with her blanket. She wasn't even in her bed, she'd fallen asleep on the bottom bunk.
Cubling, my love, tiredness does not exist for you, just sleep. You will go on and on, with your endless energy, and I have yet to hear you admit that you are tired (ok, except for when I wake you in the morning). Maybe you really aren't tired, maybe you would bound on trampolines all night if only we let you. But that cuddle of my untired girl was special and to have you fall asleep in my arms was too. Because, these days, it doesn't happen much anymore.