Frankie, in our bed at 6:20 a.m., well before her designated, and oft ignored, seven o'clock wake time: "Mom. Hey MOM. Can you make me roll-up pancakes?"
Me: "Yes, when it is seven o'clock. Quiet now."
Frankie: "Mom. BUT MOM. Lets pretend we are going EXPLORING under the covers. You want to do that?"
Me: "No, I want to sleep."
Gentle tickling of my ears and face ensues.
Frankie, lightly touching my back: "Who is this person?"
Me, irritably: "Who do you think? A stranger."
More exploration of my body occurs. Fingers penetrate my nostrils.
Frankie, whispering urgently: "Mom. MOM. How many more minutes?"
Frankie, in wondrous exultation: "NONE?"
Me, loudly: "NINE."
Frankie, laughing exuberantly: "I thought you said NONE! Isn't that SO funny, Mom? Isn't it?"
Me: "Hilarious. Quiet now."
Frankie: "Mom. MOM. I think Molly is awake. Lets go get that sweet little child."