Good Girl

Little One is supposed to be napping. Please, Little One, nap! We have to leave in 40 minutes! We will be out all day and you will be a cranky-pants no-nap demon by 1pm if you don't!
But I hear Her voice up there. Loud! It keeps poking out over Beyonce and car commercials on the radio. What is She doing up there?!
So I go up and peek through the crack in the door. To see Her sitting up in Her crib with Her back to me, rocking Her doll. And singing. Singing Her little heart out. The melody meanders. But the words go like this:
"Ba-by, ba-by, BABY! Good girl, good girl. Baby good giiiiirl, good good baby. Da da da da doh doh, good girl good girl....Baby!".
Fine. Fine! Little One wins. She can stay up if She wants. I'm convinced (at least temporarily) that no demon could come from Her sweet little self. After all, She's my good girl baby.
At least She will be until about 1pm.