And stay up late and feel appreciated to the near constant drumbeat of Elisheva's "So what? If you're tired, go to bed! Nobody usually eats much dessert on Shabbos, anyway!"
She thinks she has one of my buttons, and can push it over and over and over.
But I look at her and the things she says are just so silly and nonsensical I want to cry and hug her and pray together that this puberty thing passes quickly.
I want my Elisheva back.