bedtime conversation, saturday night, after a friday night of many wakings:
me (kissing K goodnight): Sleep tight love. Do you want me to get you some kleenex?
K: No, if I need some I can just call you.
me: But I might be asleep.
K: Then I can call Mama.
me: She might be asleep too.
K (as if it's obvious): Well then I can just call you.
me: Don't forget, we're all tired tonight. We need our sleep.
K: I will try not to wake up one time.