One night, I had #7 put me to bed. She covered me up, tucked me in, pretended to read me a story, listened to my prayer, and sang me "Popcorn Popping" (as best she could for a two-year-old). She gave me a kiss and said "Good night." She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.
A few seconds later, the door opened and there she was again. She peeked her head in and said, "Don't touch my stuff!"