Mint juleps, et. al.

Flannery says to her papa in a shy little voice, "papa, you need a
mint julep."

Brendan turns into a puddle of goo over his daughter's deep wisdom and
cuteness and says as much out loud to me.

Flannery says, "that's because I can speak in cute voice."

Then she put a napkin on her head. "I'm napkin-head!" Napkin-head, so
you know, makes frequent appearances at our table.

Then, a cup. "I'm cup-head!" The cup was a glass, so we bid her to
remove it from her head.

The cup safe, she scanned the table and her eye lit upon what remained
of the evening's taco filling.

"I'm meat-head!"

I believe that is when we completely lost it.