It was bound to happen. Last night I fell out of my big girl bed (really just a toddler bed, a few inches off the ground, with rails almost the length of the side). Mommy came into my room when she heard me cry. When she opened the door, she could tell my cry was closer to her than the bed, so she turned on the dimmer lights to see where I was. I was face-down, spread-eagle in the middle of the floor, which wouldn't be noteworthy if I hadn't been wearing my butterfly wings (I INSISTED that they remain on when I went to bed). Mommy says I looked liked a poor, injured butterfly whose flight had failed. Whatever...I got to sleep in bed with her the rest of the night :)...minus the butterfly wings.