Mary turned sharply away to the refrigerator to hide a smile. It was too cute, her grandson telling her that she should be in bed, when in most households the roles would be reversed. They BOTH should be in bed...but with everything going crazy sleep was difficult at best. She grabbed the carton of milk and two glasses out of the cupboard, pouring them each a glass.
"Should I?" She asked, taking a small sip out of her glass. She reached for the cookie jar and scooted it closer to him. "I might be saying the very same thing to you, you know."