There IS Such a Thing as Reading Too Much to Your Children.

This is what happened when LittleMe decided to read to me last night before she went to bed:

LITTLEME:
I will read Little Boy Blue to Mama? OK.
Little Jack Horner,
Sat in a Corner,
Eating his Christmas Pie,
He Put in his Thumb,
And pulled out a Plum,
And frightened Miss Muffet Away.
Where is the boy who looks after the sheep?
He's under the haystack fast asleep.
All except one, and her name's Ann,
And she crept under the frying pan.
Will you wake him?
No, not I!
And pretty maids in a row, row, row.