Grandchildren are a parent's revenge.

The toddler is sick, consequently not sleeping. She crashed sometime after 6 last night but woke up a few hours later, whereupon I couldn't get her back to bed until after midnight. She woke up again at 3:30 and is still awake, though forcibly confined to her room with the explanation that, "It's the middle of the night and time to sleep. You cannot get up and watch Dragontales. It's not on yet, honey." Only, of course, she keeps climbing the gate.

I try not to tell my mother about nights like this. She laughs too hard.