"Mommy, I know you're not coming up to kiss us after we're asleep. You're supposed to kiss me before you sleep, when you're in you jammies."
How does she know? Is she practicing for motherhood? Psychic? Now she knows my lazy.
You see, after all was quiet upstairs, she was turning on her bedside light. And then falling asleep, knowing that I'd turn it off if I saw it. When she woke in the morning and it was still on, I was outed.
Smart little stinker.