How to stall... Comment niaiser...

The scene: home (Kentville!), tonight, an hour ago. Daddy is at work for the evening, Emily is relaxing while I put her sister to bed and I've just finished reading the stories to Olivia, turned the lights off, kissed her and I am trying to leave the room...
- Good night honey...
- I can't sleep because my eyes are open!
- Well, close them!
- I can't because I can't sleep!
(All right, not getting caught in that vicious circle...)
- Just lay down, relax and your eyes will close. Good night!
Followed by a speedy quick exit before she has time to answer something.

5 minutes later:
- MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMYYYYYYY! MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMYYYYY!
- What?
- I can't sleep because I don't like my room.
(This is a recurring theme ever since we painted her room a nice shade of relaxing green)
- Well don't worry because soon we'll move and you will have new walls and they won't be green.
- I don't want to move... BWAHHHHHHHHH
(Oh, that's new, because she is usually excited about the move. So I approach the bed and sit down with her and ask gently)
- Why don't you want to move?
- Because it's taking too long! BWAHHHHHHHHH
- It's only in 3 weeks, you'll see it will go by fast.
- I still don't want to move! BWAHHHHHHHH
- Are there other reasons?
- Yes! BWAHHHHHHHHH (and I should say that real tears are coming through this whole discussion/crying fit)
- Like what?
- Hum... (waits a bit, looks around) I'll miss that frame! BWAHHHHHH
- What?
- That frame... sob...sob...(and point to a picture on the wall that she has NEVER talked about!) BWAHHHHHH
- Oh honey, don't worry, the frame is coming with us!
- But not my bookshelf! BWAHHHHHHH
- Yes, it is!
- And my bed? sniff... sniff... (and then remembering that she is supposed to be in the middle of a crying fit) BWAHHHHHH
- Yes, and everything in your room, and your toys, your clothes, your books, the cat (who just strolled in)...
- But not my walls! BWAHHHHHHH I love my walls! BWAHHHHHHHH (even the cat, as he escapes at this noise gives her a look that says "Oh yeah... since when?"
- Stop thinking about that right now, we are not moving today!
- Tomorrow... BWAHHHHHHH
- No not even tomorrow, in a long long time (I know, she is not the only one who can modify the truth to her purpose!)
- OK, good night mommy.
- Good night. Sleep well now.

5 minutes later:
- MOOOOOOMMMMMMYYYYYYY! MOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!
- What!?
- (with a little voice in which you can hear a one inch pout!) I actually need to talk to Daddy...
- Daddy is at work
- But... but... sniff... sniff... I need to talk to him because I have something important to tell him...
- What is it?
- I need to tell it to him though!
- You can tell me and I will tell him, OK?
- OK... you can tell him that I love him but it is not what I need to tell him...
- I will tell him that, but what is it you need to tell him?
- Hum... (clearly trying to come up with something)
- Olivia, please tell me now...
- I need to tell him that he is a good driver...
- (suppressing laughter) I will tell him that (and everybody else too!)
- Mommy it is not funny!
- I know Ollie, good night.
- (big sigh) good night.

5 minutes later
Emily and I hear a weird soung coming from the hallway and Emily informs me that "her door is open"... I walk in the hallway to see her sitting on the toilet.
- Everything OK Olivia?
- Yes, but I cannot sleep because my bum couldn't sleep.
- Do you need to pee?
- No
- Do you need to poop?
- No
- Can I bring you back to bed?
- Yes, I am tired.
No kidding! I am too!