like any normal married man with kids, i like a few minutes with my wife each night to catch up and "talk about the day." (ok, i'm officially really old) anyway, we had put elle and silas to bed around 9 or so and it was approaching 9:30. they were not asleep yet and i had already gone in once for a cup of water. brooke and i were talking about an important conversation i had had earlier in the day and elle starts calling for 'daddy.' i asked her to wait, but that didn't matter. i got up, walked into her room where she and silas sleep, and asked her if this was really important. i tried explaining that i really needed some time with mommy and so this had better be good. after a short pause to determine the 'importance' of her question, she then proceeded to ask me the proper lyrics to "I've got a pickle" sang by Buckwheat on the Little Rascals. apparently they watched the movie yesterday and it was her new favorite song. whats a dad to do? instead of getting mad, i of course obliged and sang "I've got a pickle, I've got a pickle, I've got a pickle, hey hey hey hey!" the look on brooke's face when i returned was priceless.

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