The other night I was trying to focus on hitting Jack O'Dwyer, Brian Kilgore and IABC with just the amount of fire each of them deserved, and Scout was going around here singing at the top of her lungs (as usual!), when she should have been getting ready for bed. Distracted, I hollered, before realizing what it was she was singing …
Hey I'm sorry, Baby. You go on singing. I'll just close my door.
David.