Monday, May 2, 2011

Clara, and ever deferred sleep

Clara [spectral and whispery at the top of the stairs, one and a half hours after being put to bed for the night]:
"Mummy?  Mummy?  Mummy?"

Me: [Ascending stairs, significantly annoyed at the interruption of "The Amazing Race" on TV]
"Sigh.  Yes?  Why aren't you in bed, Clara?"

Clara: [Nonchalant]  "Oh!  Hi Mummy.  I just wanted to know, what are you eating?"

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