She joins her mom and dad about half the time in the middle of the night. She's warm and cuddly, so who can resist? But maybe there just isn't enough room for her any more. I swear I didn't push her out. She was there and then she rolled over and suddenly - kathunk - she was on the floor. She cried a bit, hopped back in bed and that was that, or so we thought.
But by this morning she'd developed quite a shiner. She clearly clipped the bedside table on the way down. Poor mite. But she doesn't remember any of it! A good thing, I guess.