Put on red Christmas Disney Princess jammies, let her do the buttons
Brush teeth and go potty with siblings
Read a book, or not
Ask her to climb into bed, which she does by grabbing the comforter and pulling herself up the side
Watch her try to get under the covers, and ultimately, help her

Then the sweet angel puts her head on her pillow, cozies under her blanket, closes her eyes and ignores you. Sometimes I can get a half turned, whispered, eyes closed “I wuv you too, mom”. Sometimes nothing. No arguments, no requests for more kisses or hugs or closing closet doors or drinks of water. Nothing. And when I go back to check on her an hour or so later, she hasn’t moved. Good day, bad day, doesn’t matter. Sweet sweet punkin.