and the oscar for most dramatic goes to......

@ bedtime

matilda: I hate my bed. I want to live downstairs in your bed.

mommy: you have a great bed. I love you. sweet dreams.

*a few fake sniffles and then starts playing with stuffed animals*

45 minutes later, brett comes home and goes upstairs to kiss a still wiggling matilda goodnight.

daddy: I love you matilda. why are you still awake?

matilda: I was sitting in the corner of my bed, crying because I don't like my bed. I was wiping my tears with blankie. Then I got cold and got under the covers.