I just put him to bed, and I had already crawled under my down comforter for the evening. We were talking to each other from down the hall.
"Mom! Can I have a drink?"
"Yes..I'll be there in just a minute." (Translation: I am going to ignore the request and hopefully you'll fall asleep)
"Never mind. I can get it myself."
"You can't reach the glasses, and I certianly hope you wouldn't try to pour by yourself."
"No. I will just drink right from the juice like I always do when you're busy."