I need a good night of sleep

I am in the process of getting Lily tucked into bed right now. I am amazed every night when I put her to bed at what a professional staler she is at the young age of two. Tonight, here is the complete list of requests (and I promise that I am not exaggerating).

"I'm hungry, need grapes."
"I need juice."
"Need new water momma."
"Need medicine, teeth hurt."
"Lip hurts."
"Toe hurts, need band-aid."
"Me no like this shirt, need new shirt."
"My room too hot, need fan."
"No fan too big, need little fan."
"Need to kiss Grammy."
"Want to kiss Sammy."
"Kitty is looking at me under door."
"Need pink baby (pacifier)."
"I peed in diaper, need new diaper."

And wanna know the crazy thing, even though the needs change, this happens EVERY SINGLE NIGHT! And even crazier is that we do EVERYTHING she asks! Well, for about ten minutes, then we read three books, sing a song, listen to her snow globe, give kisses and stop listening to the requests. If we didn't, we would be up with her for hours trying to put her to bed.

But the best thing about tonight was this:
Lily is going through a phase where any time she gets any sort of injury she NEEDS a band-aid or she'll die on the spot from pain. So tonight, as I'm putting on her final band-aid of the night, on her non-injured toe I might add, she looks up at me and says, "Momma, no pick it."

What does that say about my picking fetish? I think I've gone too far...