Sister S got a new bed yesterday, and Spencer had been eyeing it suspiciously for the whole day. She was very agitated when I reached home : THERE IS A STRANGE BED IN THE HOUSE!

After much cajoling and showing her that the bed doesn't bite, Spencer finally took a leap of faith at 9pm. Each time the bed squeaked, she would look around in alarm, as if on a sinking Titanic.

All these were just for show, of course.

I woke up at 2am, and she was sleeping on the new bed, head crooked, dead to the world.