“And then they all lived happily ever after. The end.”
“Aw…”
“The story’s over already?”
“You could have ended it a little better than that, AJ.”
“Oh hush, sugarcube. If Ah let ya tell the story, they’d never get ta bed.”
“And you know what happens to bad fillies who don’t go to bed early on Hearth’s Warming Eve, right?”
“What?”
“Breezies come and take ALL their presents away!”
“No!” “NO!”
“Rainbow…”
“What?”
“Honestly… Now, now, settle down, the two of ya. There won’t be any present-thievin’ goin’ on tonight, but it is time fer the two of ya ta go to bed. Come on now…”
“… Can we please have just one more bedtime story? Please?”
“Another one? It’s already way past both yer bedtimes.”
“Pease, Mommy? Pwetty pease with peaches on top? I pomise I’ll be weally sweepy.”
“Well… alright, hun…, then, just one more…”