Who's in charge, again?

Every night Keira comes up with more creative ways to avoid going to sleep. I rarely give in to her requests, but she can sometimes talk her dad into a sip of water or a spritz of air freshener in the room.

Tonight, she dropped her washcloth behind the bed (she likes to sleep with a washcloth next to her pillow in case she gets a runny nose - more of a security blanket situation than anything else). She called for her dad, and when he came in the room, she whispered very quietly to him:

"I have to tell you something, but mommy can't hear. This is what you're gonna do. You're gonna get my washcloth for me, then you're gonna get me something to drink in a couple minutes."