It’s bed time once again for the newly-minted six-year-old Isabella…
Iz: Daddy, sing “Twinkle Twinkle.”
Me: Ok… “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star … (blah blah blah)”
Iz (drifting off): Daddy, now sing “Twinkle Twinkle…”
Me: I just did. Are you not listening?
Iz; I didn’t hear you.
Me: Really, I’m RIGHT HERE. Ok… “Twinkle Twinkle… (etc.)”
Iz: Daddy, now sing “Twinkle Twinkle….”
Me: You’re really not paying attention, are you? Typical. OK. “Twinkle…”
Note to self: Don’t trust a groggy kindergartener with the nuclear launch codes.