It's hot!

Tonight I read the family some Shel Silverstein poems, including "It's hot!" wherein the narrator complains that it's hot.

Princess was quite taken by it, and informed us several times that "It's hot." Thinking about it some more, she added, "It's hot. Take shower." The fact that we had no electricity (and therefore neither AC nor internet) most of yesterday gave the poem a certain immediacy.

To the right you see her surrounded by her bedtime toys. She asks for each and all of them nearly every night. She gets quite enveloped by them. No wonder she's hot!