Pillowtalk, 1:00 a.m.

Ingrid: (bumping into me) moooommm, can I have a drink of water?

Mom: (harumph, groan) but, Ingy, it’s night time. We’re all sleeping.

Ingrid: Mom! I need a drink of water. I promise I’m still sleeping.

Funny thing: I think she actually WAS still sleeping. She slurped down the water, laid her head back on the pillow and was snoring mere seconds later.