For some reason I awoke this morning at 4:30 AM, wide awake. I had a big 'ol Dunkin Donut's Coffee Coolatta last night, which kept me wired until about 12:30 AM. I finally fell asleep, woke up raring to go, while still in kind of a daze. I decided I'd work for a while until the gym opened up, and then take a nap later today.

So Madeline was reciting a poem the other day:

"There was a little girl, who had a little girl, right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very good. When she was bad she was a whore (Should be horror)

Does the fact that we thought this was funny enough to have her repeat it a number of times before we corrected her make us bad parents?