Oh, and the cute prize for today goes to Evangeline.

The nice prize in kindness is for her sister, who was sweet and patient with her cranky, overtired sibling all evening.

But the cute prize is all Evangeline's, because when she was cranky and tired I started to sing to her. And because she happens to love Froggy Would a-Wooing Go, I sang that to her. I happen to know two versions of that song (well, I know more than that, but I'm only word-perfect on two of them), one of which Evangeline likes and the other one Ana likes. The first one ends up "last to come was a big tomcat/he ate the frog and the mouse and the rat", and the second ends up "next to come was Mr. Tick/he ate so much it made him sick/so we called in Dr. Fly/he swore by God that tick would die".

Today, I finally found out why Evangeline only likes the first version. "Because in the OTHER one only ONE of them dies, and that's not fair!"

I laughed so hard the tourists stopped and stared. Oh, well, let them, that's what they came here to see, right?