daughter of an evaluator

i crawled back into bed at 2am the other night/morning and told ned that josephine must have convened a focus group in order to determine the most obnoxious thing that she could say to me in the middle of the night. usually she’s very straight-forward with her middle-of-the-night needs: cover me up, i’m thirsty, etc. etc.¬†we deal with it and we’re done and both back to sleep. but this was the conversation the other night:

josephine: [cranky whining]
me: jo, what’s up?
josephine: mama…
me: yes?
josephine: mama…
me: yes, jo?
josephine: i… i want something…
me: what?
josephine: something…
me: what do you need?
josephine: i neeeeed…
me, much less patiently: WHAT?
josephine: i neeeed…
me: i’m going back to bed.
josephine, frantically: i’m thirsty! i need a drink!

sheesh.


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