After two hours in Target, we drove home on the freeway. I had my worship CD blasting and I was singing at the top of my lungs.
"Mommy!" Anna yelled from her car seat. "Turn off the music!"
"Ask me nicely, please," I said.
"Mommy, please turn off the music," Anna said.
I turned off the music.
"Is that better?" I asked.
"Yes."
We continued down the freeway. I didn't even realize I was still singing to myself.
"Mommy!" Anna yelled. "BE QUIET!"
"Anna, ask me nicely."
"Mommy, please be quiet."
"But honey," I said, "I need to sing. I just have a song in my heart."
"But Mommy," Anna replied. "I just have sleep in my heart."
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