Mihret is sitting on the potty before heading into the bath. I am there, along with Kara.
Mihret: Go away, please, Mama.
Kara: (Assumes Mihret is starting to learn about privacy.) Okay, Mihret.
Mihret: You’ll never leave here, Dad.
Mihret: (Starting to stand up, pointing a finger at me.) I’m gonna poke you in the eye!
Me: No sweetheart. That’s not nice, we don’t do that.
Kara: Well, that was creepy.
It is about 2 AM. Mihret, who has been having sleeping troubles, wakes up in her bedroom, calling out, “Daddy! Daddy!”
I get up, go into her room, and find her sitting up, blankets pushed aside, barely awake.
Me: What’s wrong, sweetie?
Mihret: My pants fell down!
Suppressing a laugh, I pick her up just a bit, and discover… that her pants are fine. I lay her back down, put a blanket over her, and she conks out a minute later.