Evie eyeballed the microwave (which we notoriously leave displaying the time we last stopped it from heating up an item. It displayed " : 6" for 6 seconds remaining).
"Six. Six. Six," she chanted in a "march. march.march!" sing-songy fashion.
I quickly looked around the kitchen to see what she was looking at.
"Six. Six. Six."
"Don't say that," I find the culprit and hit 'cancel' to get the number to turn into a clock display instead.
"Six! Six! Six!" Evie is smiling and also questioning, "I want to sing the six-six-six song."
I don't want people to think we are Satanic Worshippers,"Can't you a sing five-five-five song?"
"No!"
Thankfully dad chimed in,"Five. Five. Five. Six. Six. Six. Seven. Seven. Seven. What comes next?"
New song destroyed, crisis averted.
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