Baby, It's Cold Outside

Driving with my six-year old in the back seat, Christmas carols are playing over the automobile's speakers.

"I really can't stay."
"Baby it's cold outside."
"I've got to go away"
"Baby it's cold outside..."

Emma stares out the window as the song continues...

"I simply must go"
"Baby, it's cold outside..."

I see her head tilt like a parakeet, as if allowing the words to fall into her ear more efficiently...

"I've got to go home"
"Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there..."

Finally, she shares with me her deep concern,
"Daddy, why doesn't she just get in her car and go?"