Fill 'er Up, Please

Ainsley has been having difficulty getting to sleep. She used to be out about ten minutes after her head hit the pillow. Now she can't turn off her thoughts. Last night she came downstairs to get me after twenty minutes of talking to herself. I took her back upstairs and cuddled next to her.

She pointed her finger at my chin, like a gun, and started making a "glug, glug" sound.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I am filling you up with love," was her whispered reply.

When she finished, she put her finger-nozzle back in the imaginary pump, complete with clunking sound effects.

"Thanks for filling me up, sweetie. I never want to run out of love," I said as I kissed her nose.

"You're welcome, Mommy."

Then she closed her eyes and fell asleep.