Alice and I made breakfast this morning while the Three Little Pigs (Erin, Jane and Henry) snuggled and giggled upstairs in the big bed. The Big Bad Wolf in me couldn't let this go uninterrupted.
Me: (from the bottom of the stairs) LITTLE PIGS, LITTLE PIGS: LET ME COME IN.
Three Little Pigs: Not by the hairs of our chinny-chin chins.
Me: THEN I'LL HUUUUUFF...
Three Little Pigs: Eeeeek!
Me: AND I'LL PUUUUUUUUFF...
Three Little Pigs: Squeeeeeeal
Me: AND I'LL BLOW YOUR HOUSE IN! WAAAAAAH!
I ran bellowing up the stairs. Alice, who until this point had been very patient with our foolishness, lost it.
Me: (running back downstairs) It's ok, Alice! Don't be scared.
Three Little Pigs: Hurray! Alice saved us!