Bedtime in Florida

Remember when you were a little kid and you would stay up all night talking and whispering into the night, long after mom and dad said "Go to sleep!"? Well our nights in Florida have been sorta like that (however involuntarily, I might add).

Last night the lights were out and I was nearly asleep. Then sis says "Tomorrow can we go swimming?" I reply in the affirmative and begin to nod off again. I am almost asleep when... "You know the pasta you wanted? Can we have that for dinner tomorrow?"

"Of course," I reply and close my eyes once again. I am nodding off when... "When we go to Disneyworld, you know the characters?" Of course, I say. "I am going to face my fears and meet them." Okay, I say, feeling confident this is the end of it.

But it's not. Another five minutes later (did I mention I had to be up at six for work the next morning) there is another question. Then I start on my requests. "Can we please go to sleep?" I politely ask.

A couple minutes pass. "What time will we get to Disneyworld on Staruday?" she asks. "I don't know, in the afternoon, but can we please go to sleep?" I respond.

Another minute or so goes by. "What will we eat at Disneyworld?" I reply "Whatever we feel like, so probably burgers or pizza, but can you please be quiet so we can go to sleep?" I am hopeful the please be quiet part gets across.

But it doesn't. After the next question I respond with "Can you write down what you want to tell me, and then tell me in the morning, so we can go to sleep?"

Having exhausted my variations of asking nicely I finally do fall asleep. Though I suspect more unanswered questions followed.