We've got spirit, yes we do...

Edith's latest song requests are college alma maters and fight songs. From the backseat she pipes up,

"Uncle Peewee's song?"

I sing "Old Nassau."

Later at lunch she says, "Tawnehl."

"What?" I ask. Edith's neurons are random firing like crazy these days, making her thoughts hard to follow.

"Tawnehl," she says again. She begins to sing, "Mumble mumble yuga's waters, and waves blue..."

"Oh! Cornell!" I say. "Yes. That's Daddy's school. What's Mommy's school?"

"Bulldog."

I laugh. "Bulldog is the mascot."

"Bulldog makes mess?" she mishears me.

"No, bulldog is the mascot."

"Bulldog makes mess," she repeats. "Mommy, who clean up the bulldog's mess?"

Later, "Mommy, want to sing 'Bulldog'? 'Bulldog! Bulldog! Bow wow wow..."

And then, in a classic instance of random firing, "Mommy, cut my hangnail?" I proceed to cut the offending nail. Midcut Edith sings, "...the seasons come, the seasons go, earth green, white snow..."

And one afternoon, "Mommy, what my school song?"

Time to refer her back here.