Stretching All Night

First thing in the morning, I am less than coherent, so it takes me a while to process that my two-year-old is trying to chat with me. She's not fazed by that. She'll happily repeat herself until she's acknowledged...

Thalia: Daddy, I was stretching all night. I was stretching all night. I was stretching all night. I was stretching all night. I was stretching all night.
Sophia: You were stretching?
Thalia: No, all night.
Me: Why were you stretching all night?
Thalia: Because.