Finally, after a particularly bad night of frozen feet, I told Mom I didn't like my feet getting so cold at night. She was horrified -- she hadn't even realized I'd outgrown my bedding! That night she came home with a brand new, full-size quilt and topsheet. She made a big deal of putting them on my bed, making sure to ask me if I wanted the sides tucked in and how much slack I liked at the bottom. I'd never had this before, though, so I really didn't know what I liked. She then made a point of tucking me into my new bed and kissing me goodnight.

But Mom was no longer omniscient.