Recently, Chiara has been sleeping on the floor in our bedroom. She goes to sleep in her own room but at some point in the middle of the night comes into our bedroom, and in half sleep I tell her that with Luke, me and my growing belly, there’s just no room. So, she goes to the foot of the bed and lies down on the floor! Since she sleeps on the floor of her own bedroom most of the time, shunning her oh-so-comfortable bed, I don’t worry too much about it though I find the whole thing strange.

But the last few nights she’s had nightmares. And honestly, I have to giggle. The one I remember most vividly is when she cried out: “I don’t want vanilla in my chocolate (milk — she uses the Korean word for it)! I don’t want vanilla in my chocolate milk!” Loud sobbing ensued.