“Klara, you woke me up twice tonight,” I complain. “I feel exhausted.”
A while later, she asks, “Mommy, do you feel lucky to have a kid? Somebody to play with? Somebody to read books to? A kid who really loves your borscht?”
“Of course,” I exclaim, enthusiastically. “Very lucky!”
“Of course, if you didn’t have a kid, nobody would wake you up. You’ll get a lot of sleep… all alone,” she adds didactically.