"I am going to kick my daddy in the balls."
Then tonight I was telling Brooklyn a bedtime story, but all of the classics escaped me: Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, The Pit and the Pendulum. So I resorted to telling her a magical tale about Super Mario Brothers & Princess Toadstool. As I described the "mean, ugly, self-loathing King Bowser" who had imprisoned the Princess, Brooklyn stopped me.
"Is it you, Daddy? Are you da Bowser?"
What a little hoser. From now on bedtime stories will be confined to readings from the Wall Street Journal.