Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Bedtime chronicles

After many questions interspersed with varying lengths of silence... from a very, very tired Elaine.

Elaine, calling from her bed: Mommy?

Me, answering from the couch, beginning stages of exasperation: Elaine, I don't have anything left to say to you.

Elaine: *pause* Well I do.

Me, suppressing a smile: Yes?

Elaine: Can you please hold me?

(What am I supposed to do with THAT?! Superman and I were cracking up.)

Me, firmly: No, Elaine. I love you, goodnight.

Elaine: *tired protesting wails dissolving into a tired meltdown* You NEVER hold me!

The despondent crying continues then suddenly we hear the noise of a child tumbling onto the floor. Superman and I exchange glances. Did she really just throw herself off the (lower bunk) bed?

Elaine: *still crying* Mommy!

Me, tiredly: Yes, Elaine?

Elaine: *crying harder* I fell off my beeeeeeeeeed.

I laughed out loud and began typing this entry. Superman went in to rescue the damsel in distress.

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