So I Can Be Happy

It's bedtime and Sarah is searching for excuses to stay up longer.  Everyone is bedding down in the hallway tonight. They think it's such a treat to sleep on the floor and the hallway is even better.  Why do we buy them beds and mattresses?  Anyway, Sarah came into the library here and said she wanted me to read her a bedtime story.  I told her it was too late and she should just go to bed.

She started to argue and I stopped her with, "I am not reading you a story."

She picked up some little books and replied in an exaggerated, out-of-breath display, "Well, I want you to, so I can be happy."

I laughed, called her a devil and sent her back upstairs.  I think this one is really going to be dangerous!