pee-pee date

Every once in a while I still get up in the wee small hours of the morning to meet Hummus Girl for a pee-pee date in the bathroom.  Yes, that's really what we call them.  Here's this morning's transcript:

HG = Hummus Girl
M = Me, Mom

Entire conversation is whispered.  

HG:  {referring to her pajama waistband} These are leaving patterns...square patterns on me.  I don't like it.
M:  {tired smile} Oh.  Hmm. 
HG:  In the past few days, when I've had to go poo or pee, the toilet paper has been like this {hand gesture} instead of like this.  I spinned and spinned it.  It's like a ferris wheel. 
M:  Oh.  Who did that, I wonder? 
HG:  I don't know.  I like it this way.
M:  Me too. 
HG:  Did you guys have popcorn last night? 
M:  No, we didn't.  Why?
HG:  'Cause I was hoping you saved us some. 
M:  Oh.  Well, I can make you some today if you want.
HG:  OK.  I hope you can try to make it buttery. 
M:  Goodnight, hon.  I love you. 
{HG and M return to their beds.} 

Even half-asleep, she's pure delight.  Love that girl.