Mama lifted her off the table at last, but instead of returning downstairs, she carried Rachel across to one of the cribs, dropping the side and setting her on the bed. Rachel scooted back into it as Mama raised the side back up, leaving her looking at her mother through wooden bars. She felt like she was in a jail cell or a cage at a zoo.
“Okay Rachel, time for nighty-nights,” Mama explained to the perplexed young woman.
Rachel shook her head no.
“Sorry hon’ but it’s really late. You need some shut-eye. We have a big day tomorrow. We’re going to Gymboree! Doesn’t that sound fun? Of course, it does! I know Mama’s princess is just going to love it. But you need to be rested, sweetie. You need to go night-nights.”