Grievances

Yesterday, the Bug wasn't ready to take a nap.
"Ella. Book. One. More. Time?"
No.
"Bus. Book. One. More Time?"
No.
She went to her crib quietly, but when I climbed into bed across the hall, I heard a snuffle, then "Talk. To. Elmo. 'Bout. 'Dis."

Apparently, I have been reported. Elmo is putting this in my permanent file.