We were reading Karen’s new entry this morning, chuckling at the Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star conversation. “Well, do you know the words?” The Swede asked me as I got up to shower and get ready for work.
“Sure!” I chirped, turning around in the doorway. “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder where you are…” I sang.
He looked up expectantly.
“Uhm.” I paused. “I know this song.” I began again. “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder where you are.” I began to falter. “… Like a diamond, in the sky?” I stammered.
He looked at me, very unimpressed.
“Damnit.” I swore and stomped off to the shower. I spent the rest of the morning trying to remember the lyrics to that damned song.