just moments ago
(the scene)Chloe is in her bed.....we are in ours
Chloe: Moooommmmm....can I get a wet washcloth ?
Chloe: my face is sooo hot.
Me: No Chloe...just go to sleep.
she runs into my room...with those 6 yr. old heavy feet, fists pumping by her sides
Chloe: but Moooommmm...I'm so dern hot.
Me: No washcloths in your bed...go to bed...NOW.
(normally I would let her have a washcloth....but tonight it's not hot and I KNOW when she really wants a washcloth and when she just does not want to go the bed.....tonight it's the latter)
(she is now back in her room)
Chloe: Gosh.....it's so hot on my face......at least turn on the ATM.
curtains close with Mr. JaneSays and I smile and share a laugh