sweet dreams

When I peeked in at the kids tonight before going to bed I found Grace, all snuggled in her bed, dreaming the night away. I found Jimmy completely cover-less, freezing, and crouched up into a human ball.

As I covered him up and snuggled him down, he said:
"Do you know which song I want to hear?"
"Which one?" I ask.
He replies, "The one that says, 'American Woman!'

I suppose we all have our own individual tastes in lullabies, now, don't we?