Jennifer is Bad

I tucked them in. Kissed them goodnight.

I crawled into my own bed.

Jennifer yells down the hall . . ."I need a dwink!"

"There's a bottle of water right by your bed, Jennie."

"No there's not."

"Jennie, I just put it there."

I could hear the water bottle crackle as she drank from it.

"You're lucky, Mom!!"