The future is now

This.

This morning she woke up at 6:00 and negotiated just one reading of Goodnight Moon before going back to sleep. ... I got to the end of the litany of things in the great green room, which reads, "And a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush, and a quiet old lady who was whispering 'hush'" . . .

. . . and as I finished saying "old lady who was whispering," up from my shoulder drifted a tiny sleepy voice saying, "'Get offa my lawn.'"

( Cut for the whole text in case I need it some day )