Chicken salad with green beans and proscuitto on rye / chicken tenders, bread, beans, and strawberries. I think they ate the strawberries. One day they’ll appreciate me.
[Annie, 45 minutes after bedtime. Her 3rd appearance at her door, and perhaps the 10th time we’ve intervened since 7:30.]
Annie: Mom, can I have one more question?
Me: Annie, I’m really disappointed to see you out of bed. This is the time to be resting our bodies.
Annie: But Mom, I needed to tell you that Paul shared some of his lovies with me.
Me: Okay, but I don’t understand why you needed to get out of bed and tell me that, or—Paul shouldn’t be—he shouldn’t be out of bed either, even sharing lovies.
Annie: But Mom, I just wanted to tell you about kindness.
Me, with a softer tone: Oh gosh, Annie. I do, I do like hearing about kindness. But—
Annie: And it’s a dog family. Okay, goodnight.
Annie: Mom, do you know who I love the most?
Annie: My whole family.
Me: That’s LOVELY, Annie. Goodnight.
[10 minutes later, still listening to them chatter]