Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I get little C into bed each night by telling her that Wee Willie Winkie is coming up the street and going to be rapping on her window and she wants to beat him before he reaches our house. It works like a charm, but now I realize that all I want to do is go to bed myself and it's not even 8 pm. Wee Willie Winkie will be denied here at the Fire house as he cries through the lock. We are a party, what can I say?