Alethea just cracks me up all the time.  Like the other morning when I came out of our bathroom only to discover that she’d made my bed for me (and even got the throw pillows put back in place):

Or this morning when I got out of the shower and she pointed at me and said, “Mommy, you have a tummy!”
“Yes, Alethea,” I replied, “I have an abdomen, just like you.”
“But Mommy,” she said, “You have a BIG abdomen!”
Sigh… “Yes, I suppose that’s true.”

Gramma and Poppa got Alethea a new shirt for Christmas that is so totally her.  It says, “I love music.”

And she does.  She loves music, and playing the piano and singing, singing, singing!

Tonight, she went into Lydia’s room after Lydia had gone to sleep and was standing next to her crib singing “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”.  Lydia woke up and started crying.

“Alethea,” I told her, “That wasn’t nice to wake your sister up!”

Alethea’s bewildered reply was, “But I was singing to her!”  At which point we had to have the conversation that singing to people is a very nice thing, but not while they are sleeping, because that wakes them up and people don’t like being woken up, even if it is for singing.

Confusing, I know!  But we did manage to clarify that mommy also would not like to be woken up by singing.

So, anyway, I’m off to bed for a hopefully tuneless night’s sleep!

Nighty, night!