Annie’s first words in the morning as Bryan and I enter the room:

“Kitty DIED.”

(singing) “The wheels on the bus go T U V…” —Paul

“I want my door closed because I want it closed beCAUSE.” —Paul

“Busy is the kind of thing that you’re very.” —Annie

Paul said, like, three priceless things on the way home from school today, and I tried so hard to remember them. But now after bedtime, the only one that stuck is, “I let out a biiiig toot.”

Immediately I have said goodnight and closed the door:

MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!

I open the door—Yes?

Annie: What happens if a bear loves eating mustard?

Last words from Annie before nap: “What happens if a changing table has sharp teeth and eats people?”

“Mom. MOM.”

I’m standing at their door, aiming to close it, 20 minutes past bedtime: “Okay Annie, you can ask me one question.”

“What happens if a bear eats people? With honey on them.”