My daughter woke me around 11:50

last night. My wife and I had picked

her up from her friend Sally's birthday

party, brought her home, and put her

to bed. My wife went into the bedroom

to read while I fell asleep watching the

Braves game.

"Daddy," she whispered, tugging my

shirt sleeve. "Guess how old I'm going

to be next month."

"I don't know, beauty," I said as I slipped

on my glasses. "How old?"

She smiled and held up four fingers.

It is 7:30 now. My wife and I have been

up with her for almost 8 hours. She still

refuses to tell us where she got them.