Helena, an hour after having been put to bed, singing. I strain to listen; I recognize a little tune by Mozart. The Alphabet Song! Complete and accurate! "Elemenopee" — high in the running for most beautiful word in the English language.
Hours later. J-F urgently nudges me awake. "How do you tell them apart?" Huh? "The good ones from the bad ones?" I'm sitting up now, trying to calm him down. "The pirates! They're all wearing black hats." And back to sleep.