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This past Sunday morning, Chloe woke up at an ungodly hour. By ungodly I mean 5:45ish. I put her in my bed to see if she would go back to sleep (never, ever works, by the way). This is how it went down:

5:45 am:
Put her in my bed and told her it was way to early and she needed to go back to sleep and be quiet.

5:50am:
"Mommy. I need milk. Time to get up?"
"No Chloe. It's dark. Everyone is asleep. Close your eyes and be quiet."

5:55am:
"Mommy. I go get my milk, okay?"
"No Chloe. Be quiet and go to sleep."

6:00 am:
I feel a very hard pinch on my upper arm.
"OW!!!!"
"Mommy. You ok?"

6:05am:
"Mommy. Time to get up?"
"NO CHLOE. BE QUIET. GO TO SLEEP."

6:15am:
"Mommy. This is horrible."