Clara was enthusiastically telling me a story about a show she had watched, when I was forced to interrupt her.

“Clara… Clara!”

She finally stopped talking, “Yes Dad?”

I took a deep breath, “Clara, it is too early for you to be telling me this story.”

She looked confused, “How is it too early? This happened last winter. How long do I have to wait? Another year?”

I rubbed a hand over my face and yawned, “No, Clara, please, it’s 5 o’clock in the morning. I don’t want to hear about your cartoons right now.”