A Tough Crowd

My daughter kept following me around this morning asking what song I sang to Henry last night. For the life of me, I couldn't remember. Finally, I gave in and made something up on the spot, "They call him Henry, Henry, 'cause that was his name. Sleeping beside you is his favorite game." (It's fair to note that they were lying next to each other at the time).

I stopped singing and waited for her response. She looked at me, tilted her head to the side, raised her hand (palm facing up) in the patented 'I don't know' way and said, "Daddy, what kind of song is that?"

"I don't know Sophia. I don't know."