With words...
When my brother was young (2 years old) he often wrote at night and to make it less frequent, his parents decided to limit drinking at night. The mother regretted the poor child and gave him a drink if he asked very much, but the father beat the pope for screaming "Drink."
The story itself
A man stands in his bed and cries:
To drink, to drink, to drink.
And then the father appears at the door, the brother not ceasing to scream:
Cheesecakes, Cheesecakes and Cheesecakes!! to