Cast Out

A new bedtime routine

has begun in our house.

It involves casting out of her room,

each and every night

a select few.

There is not rhyme or reason to this.

No way of knowing who it is going to be.

Every night, someone new.

We are given strict instructions on where to place them.

Usually, 

on the couch,

or on the kitchen counter.

This is tonight's collection of misfits,

in no particular order.

Kiwi....Baby....George...Jessie.

Two of her all time favourites.

I am waiting for the day

that I can figure out exactly what goes through her head.

In the mean time,
I am keeping company with this lot tonight.