About forty minutes after going to bed tonight, Josephine started sobbing and screaming something unintelligible from her bedroom. She never does that, so after waiting a minute to see if she'd calm down on her own, I went in and asked her what was wrong.
Me: What's wrong, angel?
Josie: Well*, I just want to vacuum ALL. BY. MY. SELF.**
*She starts pretty much every sentence lately with a long drawn-out "Welllll ..."
**She's obsessed with vacuuming. She's do it all day if I let her.
Me: Oh, you heard me vacuuming, huh? I'm sorry, honey. You can vacuum first thing in the morning if you want.
Josie: *sobbing escalates*
Me: I'm sorry, honey, but it's bedtime now, so you can't vacuum, but you can in the morning, okay?
Josie: *sobbing escalates even more*
Me: Sweetie, I said you could vacuum in the morning. What's wrong?
Josie: Well, I just love to cry.
Me: You what?
Josie: I love to cry. It makes me so happy!
Me: You ... do?
Josie: Well, YES!
Me: Ummm ... well, do you think it might be easier to fall asleep if you stopped crying?
Josie: Well ... yes.
Me: Okay, how about you take a deep breath and count to ten.
Josie: *takes a deep breath and counts to fourteen*
Me: Now close your eyes and think of something happy.
Josie: *Lips start quivering, tears well up in eyes, starts crying again*
Me: Josie, when I asked you to think of something happy, did you think of ... crying?
Josie: Well, yeah! It just makes me happy!
Me: *Sigh* Let's start over ...