stories about bedtime stories

So E was a little late in getting up to bed tonight. She sat on the potty, brushed her teeth, picked out the perfect pajamas (not the purple ones I picked out, but the yellow ones because A was wearing yellow ones), and then it was time to pick out a story.

"One story tonight, E. It's really late, " I told her.
"How about two stories?" E asked.
"One story," I replied.
"Two?" she tried.
"One," I responded.
"Okay," she said. "Two stories."

Can't fault a girl for trying, can you?