I need to go to bed right now, dammit.
Meanwhile, Chicken Noodle, five-going-on-six, is writing her own songs. She coins lyrics and a tune in her head before requiring us, her family and built-in fan-base, to sit raptly while she sings. She uses a red rake as a guitar. Occasionally, like so many rock stars, she performs half-naked.
We love the sun/the sun/the sun/but not the ocean/because sometimes you bonk your head/and get ate-en by a shark.