MyThreeDaughters

Rosebud did not want me to put her to bed. She wanted Mom.
I persisted. I kept reading a bedtime book. She persisted, too. And here’s how it played out, an anger-fueled hiphop remix of Margaret Wise Brown’s Big Red Barn.
By the Big Red Barn in the great green field, there was a little pig who was learning to squeal.
I WANT MOMMY TO PUT ME TO BED! I WANT MOMMY!!!
There was a great big horse and a very little horse.
I WANT MOMMY TO PUT ME TO BEDDDDDDD! DADDY TAKE OVER WITH THE BIG GIRLS!!!!
And on every barn is a weather vane of course, a golden flying horse.
MOMMYYYYYYY! DADDY, YOU TAKE OVER WITH FONTAINE AND ELIZABETH! MOMMYYYYY!
There was a little toy house, and a young mouse
NO READ THIS BOOK!!! I WANT MOMMY TO READ BOOKS!!!!
She grabs the book out of my hand.
I step out of the room, go downstairs to get something to wipe the tears from her cheeks and something to mop the blood off the side of my face from my burst eardrum.
I return to the room and wipe her face.
“Are you ready to be tucked in now? I have this nice blanket.”
She whimpers a “yes.”
I tuck her in and say goodnight.
And they all lived together in the Big Red Barn.