My daughter woke me around 11:50 last night. Mywife and I had picked her up from her friend Sally's birthday party, broughther home, and put her to bed. My wife went into the bedroom to read while Ifell asleep watching the Braves game. "Daddy," she whispered, tugging myshirt sleeve. "Guess how old I'm going to be next month. "I don't know,beauty," I said as I slipped on my glasses. "How old? "She smiled andheld up four fingers. It is 7:30 now. My wife and I have been up with her foralmost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.
