Somewhere in the dark, coldness of the night there was a bit of excitement. One girl came to tell me her sister was hurting and needed help. Long story short, there was a pretty nasty anxiety attack in process. Lucky for her, I'm a pro at those ;) so it eventually wound down just fine. I asked her to go back to her bed, finally, and to remember to let her sister know she was okay, and thank her for the help in the middle of the night. Her response? "Mom, it's not the middle of the night, it's, like, 7am." Okay, kid. First of all, it was totally 6:15, NOT 7. And second of all, don't you try claiming that either 6:15 OR 7am ISN'T the middle of the night! ;) via Facebook
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