A 10 o'clock sort of Cuckoo.

Patrick worked late last night and Emma was asleep when he got home. She woke before we went to bed and I went in to put her back down. It started out well but then, somehow... turned into us making a tent with the bed sheet. Then laying with both our heads on the pillows we frantically kicked our legs, making the sheet into a wavy ocean in the cold bluish nightlight. I held the sheet up with my hands and she crawled down to the foot of the bed, saying "In! Tent! In!" Soon she was making cat noises and threatening cuckooness. "Coocoo!" 

   "No cuckoos in this tent!"

 Then she sat up and pointed to herself. "Emma." 

  "Yes, Emma is in the tent."

She points to me. "Mama." 

  "Mommy and Emma are in the tent."

"Dada?"

  ".... Dada! DADA!" So at my call, in came Patrick, and we had a 30 minutes tent and tickle party before resuming sleep. And it was the tickliest and tentiest.

I love these spontaneous moments.