Yesterday I heard Beatrice crying in her room during nap time so I went in there to see if she'd gotten hurt. She was sitting in bed sobbing. She explained to me that last year at the Hollywood Christmas Parade she was really hurt that Santa hadn't given her a high-five or hugged her or interacted with her in some way. She said she didn't want to mention it to us before because it made her so sad.
Then, a few weeks ago, I happened to tell her that one of the reasons it's important to get enough rest is that sleep improves your memory function. So she had decided that she didn't want to sleep anymore, because that would make her recall the painful Santa memory. But she knew that no matter how hard she tried to stay awake, eventually she would fall asleep, and she was crying because she felt powerless to do anything about that.
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The other day Beatrice was out in the back yard by herself when she heard a beeping sound, got upset, and ran back inside. I explained to her that it wasn't anything scary, probably just a car alarm or truck backing up. She told me that she wasn't scared of the noise itself, she was upset because she assumed the beeping was a message for her and she couldn't decode it.
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This morning at breakfast Beatrice said out of the blue, "Someday when we die people will have radio shows of us and chapter books of us like we have stories of people in history who died."
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