Cuddling with seven-year-old Julianna as she drifted off to sleep last night:



J: Daddy, sing me a song.

Me (singing): Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star…

J: No, something else.

Me: Ok… “You are my sunshine. My only…”

J: No, stop… Maybe NOT singing is better than singing.


Me: Ouch. Was “American Idol” on tonight?

J (mumbling and drifting off…): Yes……Song choice…



(And admittedly, I was a little “pitchy,” whatever the hell that is.)