Each night just as I say my last goodnight to Luke he says:
OK, I have a few small things to ask.
One, please leave the door open just a crack (to which he makes a visual indication with his hands). Two, please leave a glass of milk in the fridge (which he never drinks) and for the last few nights he has also asked to have a small glass at his bedside to put his loose tooth in case it falls out in the night.
Tonight, there was a small change,
One and two were the same, but three was
“And a small bowl in case I want to throw up”
Very well, Luke, a small bowl it is.