Now, Angela has a habit of waking up in the middle of the night, and chatting away for a couple hours at a time, usually at the top of her lungs. (or so it seems in the quiet of the night!) When this happens I will make the trip to her basement bedroom and whisper yell at her, "Angela Faith! What are you doing UP? GET TO SLEEP! It's the middle of the night! Enough!" before trudging back up stairs and back to bed.
One day last week I got up a little early, as in, ten whole minutes before Angela's alarm went off. Realizing I hadn't gotten her jeans out of the dryer the night before, I quickly got those and a shirt out and snuck into her room to set them on the chair where she sets her clothes at night.
From the darkness I heard,
"Who's in here?"
"It's just me. Mom."
"What are you doing here?"
"I put your clothes on your chair so you can get dressed."
"Mom, go back to bed! It's the middle of the night for goodness sake!"