Oops!

So yesterday morning at 6:15, I walked through the living room, to the kitchen to get my purse and keys to go to work. I notice that Sydney is asleep on the couch. I'm thinking how odd that is, wondering why she is there. Thinking she'd be more comfortable in her bed, I lean down, lovingly stroke her hair, give her a kiss on the head, and say, "Sweetie, why are you sleeping on the couch?" Her sleepy face turns to me and says, "Huh?" ~ "She" is not Sydney. "She" is Sydney's best friend.