A night in the life :: Wednesday, cont.

So, I thought Wednesday was over about an hour ago when Avery was heading to bed and made a deal with us that in exchange for reading for an extra 30 minutes, she wouldn't come out of her room again until morning. Sure that she could never make it (she tends to come out every 2.5 seconds for various things), we readily agreed to the deal.

Bill and I were just doing last minute things around the house: starting the dishwasher, straightening the living room, letting the dogs out. Suddenly, the phone rang. Assuming it was my mom (she's the only one that calls late at night), I was surprised and very confused to see the number on the caller i.d. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Hello?
Avery: Hi.
Me, confused: Avery?
Avery: Yeah.
Me, still confused: What? Where...what...how are you calling me?
Avery: I have the cell phone in here.
(I had forgotten that my mom had given her an extra cell phone for emergencies just a couple of days ago.)
Me: Oh. So...why are you calling?
(Keep in mind I can hear her talking through the wall since she's in the next room.)
Avery: Because I can't come out. And you didn't notice when I stuck the note under my door.
Me: Note?

I walked over and discovered the note she'd slid under the door.

It reads:

I think you should bring some tylenol for me because my tooth hurts and my stomach too because I'm scared it's going to fall out of my scared little face.

I'm sure you'll all be relieved to know that we did, in fact, provide her with some Tylenol for her loose tooth. And while I'm sure that's not the last I'll hear from her tonight, we can all rest assured that she can find a loophole in any and every situation she finds herself in.

And, now, I will say good night.