When I entered her room after her nap, the first words out of Brooke’s mouth were, "My bed is okay."
When a child feels a compelling urge to immediately proclaim something to be "okay," as Brooke did in this instance, you can safely assume that something is not okay. The room was still dim from the room-darkening blinds so I ran my hands over the bed.
I found her clothes intertwined with the quilt. Not a surprise there. Then I found her pull-up and realized that she was now standing beside her bed completely naked. This isn’t quite what you’re hoping for when you’re in the midst of potty training.
I began patting the bed more quickly. It wasn’t wet, which was promising, but something was definitely off. The sheets were gritty.
I turned on the light. Sand -- lots of sand -- and the bottles that her big sister had painstakingly filled with sand art, now uncorked and mostly empty.
I'll chalk this up as a learning experience. Note to self: Do not leave sand art in a bedroom with a toddler who should be napping and has impressive finger dexterity, and always trust that mothering hunch to investigate when a child declares that something is okay.