Early this morning -- very, very, very, very early this morning -- WCK was in the bathroom down the hall, and I heard her yelling for me in all-capital letters. "MOMMY! MOMMY! I NEEEEEEEED YOU!!!! MOMMMM-MAAAAY!!" (Repeat about 11 times) I thought maybe she'd fallen in or something, so I managed to crawl out of bed and stagger down the hall with my eyes closed. Until I've consumed a Diet Coke, nearly every task is performed in a staggering, closed-eye manner.
I arrived at the bathroom to discover she was perfectly fine, but she faced a moral dilemma and needed some advice.
"I need to flush, but I don't want the noise to wake up Daddy!"