"I lost everytime I fought her"

"That's my daughter in the water, I lost every time I fought her. Yea, I lost every time." From Loudon Wainwright III's "Daughter"   Belle balked at the bath again two nights ago, after I thought her year-long bath-strike had ended, and she fought be at bedtime, though she'd be going into her crib nicely for a month.    But she can count to ten on her own and knows her ABCs and she can even join in with the solfege in the "Do- a deer" song.  And she remains a pretty awesome hugger and she is starting to give me kisses ("mwah!")