Saturday night turned out to be awful, with both girls being up for two hours in the middle of the night. It could have turned out better, but it’s hard to think on your feet when you’d much rather be in bed. Since Anna’s room is apparently infested with witches, we put a plan in place for Sunday night by which she could quietly come into my bedroom if she got too scared, which she did around 2am. Thankfully, she was quiet and composed, and the switch was made without waking up Tara.

On Monday I did make a point of discussing with Anna the significance of Memorial Day, but she refuted my romantic description of soldiers dying for our country and how her uncles and grandfather had been soldiers and had put themselves in harm’s way for our national defense. After further discussion, she began asking about the soldiers from other countries and what made them bad guys and our soldiers good guys. She’s six, ladies and gentlemen. I was caught completely caught off guard. I started to explain further, but in the end I punted and distracted her with the TiVo. Let no one say that raising a critical thinker is easy.