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.