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So

 I'm ready to put the Beastie down for her nap.

She's still asking to nurse

so we start out with tears

and kicking.

I 

loudly

began a rousing rendition of 

Rockin' Years

- chorus only; it's all I know -

figuring Lex' will stop crying and join in;

that's what she usually does.

(You have to wonder how I come up with these routines.)

Instead of singing along with me, though,

she put her fingers on my lips.

"Quiet!"

Dolly Parton, I am not.