Midnight

Its 11:30 pm and Fifi has conned me into a bowl of raisins, a cup of milk and some late night Sesame Street. Husband gave up and went to bed. She smells like warm sugar cookies and oranges which is the only reason I'm entertaining these demands. Well, her glorious scent and the fact that I've been promised by various people whom I consider experts on this subject, that one day--one day far too soon they say, I will long for these moments and so I should enjoy the torturous sleep deprivation and all of the moments that make me think "I did not sign up for this shit."

Do y'all sometimes break the rules and enjoy midnight snacks/tv with your little dictators? I'd love to hear about it!