The other night we were trying to change gears to bedtime mode, and my associate told our daughter it was time to brush her teeth.  These are not direct quotes, but the exchange went something like this:

Him: Time to go brush your teeth.

Her: Not brush my teeth.

Him: Brush your teeth (in a sort of sing-song voice).

Her: Not brush my teeth (in total sing-song voice).

And then there was a pause after her voice lifted that last line into song, and as I washed dishes and listened to them I thought “Oh my god, this is it.  This is when the music starts and my life actually has a musical number.  Finally!”  But all she did was blow into her kazoo, say something toddler-ornery, and run away from her dad.

So, so close.

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