Wednesday, April 16, 2003

ANNA GETS A MIDNIGHT SNACK

Last night Anna was crying loudly in her room as I was coming up the stairs to go to bed. I came in her room.

"Anna, what is wrong" I asked.

"I'm hungry" she whimpered, " I need to have a snack." She was cryingn and distressed and her face was all red.

"Does your tummy hurt, sweeetie?" I asked her? I didn't want her to have any food in her room. We've been trying to break this habit, with about as much luck as I have had cutting down on soda (none).

"No, but I want a snack."

"Sweetie, you need to go to bed. Let me tell you a story."

"No, I'm hungry."

"Once upon a time there was an Indian who lived in the bottom of the mountainous valley.." This was the way I started all my stories.

"NO! I don't want to hear your story! The thoughts are going into my head and they are making me sad." She was yelling at me now.

I was beaten and I knew it. "So all you want is some crackers in a bowl?"

"Yes." She immediately stopped crying, and started to breathe easy.

"Back in a minute" I went and got her the crackers. Of course, by the time I got back she was fast asleep. Well, I lost the battle, but, but--- well, I guess I just lost the battle. Well, at least I got to sleep shortly therafter. And these days sleep is E V E R Y T H I N G.

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