Have you ever wondered what goes through the mind of a small child? She was being put to bed last night when she looked straight up at her Daddy and interrupted his song. Of all the songs he sings to her, she chose one word out of one verse to respond to.

"Goat?" she says, hopefully. "Goat?"

Of all the things that an unsuspecting person runs across in lullaby singing, of all the objects that are bought for a sleepy child if only she doesn't cry but hushes and goes to sleep. She picks a goat. Obviously I'm instilling the farm values into her. Or she spent too much time hanging out down by the pier and listening to sailors bitch about their commands.

Either way, she's obviously inherited her parents' twisted sense of humor and fixation on the oddest possible thing in random sentences. This is the sort of behavior we've modeled for her. She may be destined to be a stand up comedian. Or a politician. Or even, in our darker thoughts, a fundamentalist.