Confessions of a 4-year old

Here's another one for the "Stop the paternity test!" file...

Anna comes up to me this morning as she's getting ready to leave for preschool and says "Daddy, I really hope that I get the sharing bag today!" (sidenote: the sharing bag is a bag that one kid each time gets to take home and put something in it they'd like to share with the class -- kind of a version of show-and-tell.) So I ask her, "What do you think you'd like to share if you get the sharing bag." To which she replies "A CD."

I'm a bit suspect because I'm not sure that's exactly what the teachers had in mind. But I decide to go with her down this road. "Which CD to you want to bring?" I ask her.

She thinks for a minute, and replies "Like 'Hung Up' or 'Jump' or...." "'Please don't say you're sorry.' They'd love to hear me sing to it -- but it's really loud!"

Some days, my 50% of the genes really shine through.