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?"