"No," she answered. She was talking now, not whining. A good sign.
"Snoring is when you sound like this while you are sleeping," I explained, and did a short impression of a cartoon snore.
Angel though about this for a moment, and then said, "I don't haf any snores." She loudly sniffed through her nose to show me that there were, indeed, none there. "Nope," she proclaimed in her best authoritative three-year-old voice, "no snores. Because I am not noisy. Prob'ly Gramma wakes up and says, 'Grandpa! Be quiet!' But I am not noisy when I'm sleep."
And she settled down, her dear head nestled into her soft pink pillow, ready to spend the night - quietly.