Chad reads SteelyKid Goodnight Moon at bedtime, and a while ago, started changing the words to get a reaction out of her—starting with the opening line to a different book, swapping out nouns, that kind of thing. After initially objecting, she began adopting his substitutions as his own, saying them along with him or "reading" the book by herself and muttering the changed words from memory. (I believe starting the book with "The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel" still gets a "No! Read Goodnight Moon!", though.)
This morning she woke up at 6:00 and negotiated just one reading of Goodnight Moon before going back to sleep. So we snuggled up on her bed and I started reading it to her—as written, because the goal was to get through it as quickly as possible. 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.'"
It is rather difficult to read the second half of the book while wanting to giggle.