The talking, not the annoying music. Hazel likes to have conversations with herself every day at 4am- LOUD ones. Mom and Dad get to lay in bed and listen to her through the monitor (no, they do NOT get her out of bed, in case you were wondering).
Until tonight, that is. When Mom mentioned the night-time conversations to Hazel's doctor, he looked at her and said, "What? Does your house have an east wing and a west wing? Does Hazel sleep in the servants' quarters or something? Turn that monitor OFF."
No, doc, our house most assuredly does NOT have an east wing nor a west wing. And as much as I will miss Hazel's monologues on who knows what, I will appreciate my sleep so much more. Goodbye, monitor!
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