Scott and I have to sit with Ana until she falls asleep. It's not what we would most like to be doing at 7:00 each night, but it's what she needs from us, so we oblige. It's not so bad when she's out in 20 minutes, although I will say that it greatly strains my patience when it reaches over an hour. Last night was looking like it would be one of those nights:
Mom, what's Gloria? I think it's a God song.
Yep.
Mom, did you brush my hair this morning?
Yep.
Mom, is Mommy Mary Jesus' mommy?
Yep.
Mom, I learned that Mommies and Daddies protect their childrens. Right?
Yep.
Mom, can I watch the Nutcracker ice skating movie in the morning?
Yep. Hush now, Ana, because I am trying to sleep.
Mom, are you asleep?
Yep.
Oh. Okay.
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