Beabea: (beside bed) Mama? Are you sleepin?
Literata: (facedown in pillow) mmph
B: (jumps up on bed) Mama! You sleep??
L: (mumble) I was.
B: (climbs up on top of my back) Oh good. Now you ‘wake, you give pettins!
L: Not with you sitting there.
B: (settles down into “loaf” shape squarely in the center of my back) Whyfor not?
L: For because I can’t reach you.
B: (purrs gently) Yehs you can. Right here.
L: My arms don’t bend that way.
B: Silleh hoomins. You should fix!
L: I’ll get right on that.