Last night after we got Lydia into bed for the night, there was the inevitable *click* of the door opening back up not two minutes after the kisses and bear hugs routine. I went to investigate.
“I need fresh water,” Lydia said, holding out her sippy cup. The sippy cup of water is a bad habit we started a year or so ago in a fit of desperation when she wasn’t sleeping well. Never make serious sippy cup decisions under duress.
“That is fresh water, sweetie,” I replied. “I just filled it up for you.”
“No it’s not. I need fresh water.”
“But it is fresh water.”
No. I need fresh water. It’s not fresh.”
“That is fresh water. You need to go to bed.”
“But I need fresh water.”
“That is fresh water. I filled it up for you just now. You need to go to bed.”
“But I need fresh water.”
“Do you want this cup or not?”
“I need fresh water.”
“Either you can take this cup or you don’t want it and I can have it.” Then I made to take the cup away.
“No! It’s my cup!”
I hand her the cup back.
“But I need fresh water.”
“Go to bed.”