2000. Chana is 1 1/2 years old. She started crawling out of her crib, so we switched her to a toddler bed. Since we don't want her wandering around at night, we put a child gate in her doorway. She still hasn't slept through the night (since she was born, not just since the switch). It's 2 AM, she's at the gate, shaking it, screaming (if she had a tin can she'd be rattling it against the gate). I have finally reached the end of my rope. I kneel down so I'm eye-to-eye with her, and lose it. I'm screaming at her. Yelling that this is unacceptable, that we all need our sleep. I am right in her face. I finally stop my screed, but remain where I am, staring her down.
She reaches over the gate, touches my schnozz, and says, "Nose."