On this rare occasion my husband and I went out on a date. Our wonderful baby sitter had put the children to bed and all was good for the night.

We arrived home and I was getting the run down on how the night at home went with the kids. There seemed to only be one hiccup. Ainsley had wanted the babysitter to sing her song about the witch to her at bedtime. The babysitter sang every song she could think of before she gave up. Ainsley was most upset and finally cried herself to sleep.

Ainsley Grace how sweet thou art
to save a witch like me….