The Bada Bing, it Ain't
Scene: the Booland house
Time: After Bedtime
Mermaid Girl, in her room: WAAAAAAAHHHHH! WAAAAAHHHH!
Me, frantically typing reviews: What's up with her?
Renaissance Woman, shoveling food into her mouth after a long evening: She's mad I won't stay in her room with her. Would you mind going in?
Me: And do what?
RW: I don't know. Get her to stop crying?
Me: Huh. Well, uh, sure.
Scene: MG's room
Me: What's up, kiddo?
MG, flinging arms around my neck like a drowning person: WAAAAAHHHH! Mama didn't say goodnight to me! WAAAAHHH!
Me: I'm sure she meant to. You're fine. I love you. Blah blah blah blah blah I have to go write my reviews now, remember?
MG [piteously]: Please can I have something of yours to keep? Like your dress? [She requests this often. She has a whole stash of our shirts at the bottom of her bed.]
Me, pulling dress over head in the least sexy strip scene ever: Sure, here ya go. Now go to sleep.
MG [instantly chipper and delighted]: Mommy!! I forgot you have tie-dyed underpants!