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.