The little angel has three dinosaurs named Star, Roar and Bob.  They play with her in the bathtub. Star is a stegasaurus, and Roar is a T-Rex, and Bob is a little T-Rex, their only child.

Today I worked from home because the little angel still had the vomiting and the high fever and all that.  I HAD to work, because hello?  I've been flitting around Breckenridge for a week with no work and no little angel.  However, my daughter is never sick the way some children are sick, what with the convenient lethargy and constant television-watching.  My daughter swings wildly from briefly napping to LOOK AT ME, MOMMY, I'M WEARING YOUR LIPSTICK! 

So tonight, in the bathtub, I decided to let her play extra-long since I'd had so many of those nasty conference calls during the day.  We got out Star and Roar and Bob. Star started dancing with Roar, and then she asked Bob if he wanted to dance.

Me (as Star):  "Will you dance with me, Bob?  The Backyardigans are totally jammin'."

Little Angel (as Bob):  "No, you can't dance with me."

Me:  "Why not?  I like to dance."

Little Angel:  "You can't dance because you have to go work on the computer."