"I know what we can do, Dad! Let's play ping-pong poetry."
Dad knew Caroline would do anything to keep from going to bed. She was pretty smart and, after all, eight years old. But ping-pong poetry?
"It's pretty easy," she chuckled. "I come up with part of a poem and you come up with another. Ping-pong. I guess you could also call it a rap."
"But Caroline, it's getting late and..."
"We'll do something short Dad, it won't take much time. How about the alphabet? We're studying it in school. I'll tell the teacher I did the alphabet rap with my Dad and she'll be so impressed. I'll start with the first three.
IS FOR ANIMALS
You can tell them secrets and they won't tell, They're fun and playful and just plain swell.
IS FOR BOYS
Boys need brains. They're dumb and smell bad.
But maybe not always 'cause there's dear old Dad!
IS FOR CAROLINE
For me it's a tie for number one:
An all-day snack of cookies or gum.
"OK Dad, the ball's in your court now," Caroline prodded. With a sigh, he proceeded with the next three letters.
IS FOR DAD
My girls must think me a louse
For trying to keep them from trashing this house.
IS FOR EATING
When it comes to eating, Caroline's a winner.
She never stops ... except at breakfast, lunch and dinner.
IS FOR FOOD
Caroline says good food is OK, but junk food is neat.
The absolute best is a 'tween-meal treat!
"Awesome Dad, I knew you could do it! I'll do the next four, and let's see you match me."