She asked to watch TV, have a snack, play games, you know - the stuff you are really not excited to do in the middle of the night. Then she asked for a story about a hedgehog. I wasn't in the mood for that but she said, "Pleasey cheesey with a cherry on top." You wouldn't realize that would melt your anger unless you heard a post-tonsillectomy three-year old say that and then you're totally and completely a sucker for anything she wants.
I told her a story, tucked her in, hopped back in my bed and then three seconds later I heard her back in my room asking for another story! AHHHH! I said, "Once upon a time there was a hedgehog who kept coming out of his bed and his mom was very upset."
"No." She said, "Not that one."
She didn't quite get the sarcasm.