Last night, I put WCK to bed. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps and then the sound of her closet door slamming. I went into her room, and, sure enough, she was sitting in the closet with the light on, playing joyfully with a few dozen plastic dinosaurs.
"Hi," I said. "Whatcha doing?"
WCK's eyes grew wide, and she thought for a second.
"Um," she said, "sleeping?"