"Is it time to make cookies, now, Mom?"
I glance to my right.
10:36pm. Seems 'bout right. Isn't that our usual time?
"Great! What do we need?" I call things off from my memory, and he hunts them down in the pantry, and sets them onto the counter.
Now all the beasties are sleepin', and it's 1:17 "A!"m, and I'm tired, and have a bigbig day full of fun tomorrow.