The other night I was cuddling with Norah before bed. She asked me to sing the "Spaghetti Song," something Lucas sings her almost every night. I stumbled through it but I didn't know all the verses. Norah rolled her eyes in frustration and asked for a second song. This time, I didn't even know what song she was talking about.
"Sorry," I said, "I don't know that one. That's a Dad song."
Norah sighed, "just bring Dad in here. He's a better singer than you."