I was laying in bed this morning, sleeping, when Little Z barged into the bedroom. I pretended to still be asleep. She stood next to the bed and pulled my hair until she had my attention.
Me: "Is this an emergency? Go away!"
Z: "I have to ask you a question."
She held up something that looked in the dim morning light like a rotten tangerine.
Z: "Can I feed this from the refrigerator to my bunnies?"
She ran out of the room. I realized belatedly that it was probably a brussel sprout, not a rotten tangerine.
A few minutes later, accordion music drifted into my dreams.
This afternoon, I asked her,
"Did you feed your bunnies brussel sprouts and then play them the accordion, early this morning?"
"Yeah... What's so funny about that?"
I couldn't explain.