I must say "Funny Kid" a bazillion times a week. Last night was a classic. Having trouble falling asleep she yelled out to me down the hall.
"Yes, Sweetie" (for the hundredth time)
"I think I'm too close to the edge [of the bed]"
"Why don't you try scootching over towards the middle."
Tim and I just looked at each other to ensure we had both just witnessed the same conversation.