I don't want to go to bed.

I feel bad as I was in Vacaville all weekend being overloaded with math, Anna was taking care of G.  By the time I got home Sunday night, she was completely unhinged.  But Anna was still sweet and went to turn down G's bed.  When Anna came back into the room, G had re-made the bed and was smoothing out the comforter.

"Grandma, why are you making the bed?  It's time to get in the bed."

"I don't want to go to bed."

"It's 10:30.  You have to go to bed."

"I don't want to go to bed.  What will I do in here?"

"Well, you can watch TV, eat the snacks hidden in your drawer, read any of the books we put on your Kindle, or you can go to sleep."

"I don't want to go to bed."

"Too bad, it's time to go to bed, I have to get up early in the morning."

"You girls go to bed so early."