The kid hates going to bed. Seriously hates going to bed. She's a lot like me in that she has a hard time going to sleep. She's created this nightly routine, which is rather sweet for a sixteen year old - part of it involves me tucking her in. The tucking in usually involves a bit of silly banter and she tries to knock me over or something with a hug... and then she'll talk for a bit too.
Tonight I was tucking her in when she noticed, through the gap in the bottom of the shade and the window ledge, that the constructions workers working on a full floor in the building across the street had left the lights on. She was griping about is as the light both shines in her bedroom window, right in to her eyes, and is quite wasteful. She was really irritated. So irritated that, as she put it, it makes her "Hulk on the inside."