As a baby, Mona Lisa was a great sleeper. She was such a great sleeper that I would often find myself holding a mirror under her nose to make sure that she was still breathing. We picked her up from camp this past Saturday only to find that she was really, truly sick. She went straight to bed and slept for almost 48 hours straight. She slept so long and so soundly that we were all worried. It was, of course, worse at night although I don’t know which was worse, her coughing or her silence. Her silence was what unfailingly woke me. During those lulls, she was so quiet and so still that I, once again, felt compelled to check her breathing to insure that she was okay. Trying to be quiet, I tiptoed into her room and leaned over her. I reached forward silently when she sat bolt upright, thinking, she later explained, that I was going to smother her. How’s that for a vote of confidence?