Willa did not want to go to sleep.
I put her in her crib, she stood up.
I laid her back down, kissed her forehead, and walked out.
Peeking through her doorway, I saw her stand up, throw a leg over the crib rail, slide down the crib, pull a book out of the bookcase, throw the book into the crib, and climb back into the crib to page through the book.
This morning, I found the book on the floor, but Willa was cuddled up to a stuffed bunny who wasn't in bed with her when I tucked her in.