"Good night Sherman." Jane said before shutting the door to the boy's room.
"Wait!" the ten year old said. Jane opened the door again.
"Yes?" she asked, so exhausted and wanting to end the day so she could go to bed herself. For a moment, Sherman didn't know what to say. He didn't think he'd get this far, truthfully.
"Re... read me a story." the boy said, the phrase never before coming out of his mouth. Jane looked at him and laughed.
"Hun, all the books in this apartment are on a college reading level, and beyond that." she told him. "I'm not reading you the History of Physics before you go to sleep. I'll go to sleep if I read that."
"Then sing."
"Oh sweetie..." Jane said, walking over to Sherman's bed, "I don't sing."
"You do in the shower." the ten year old said quite simply. "You're not exactly quiet about it either."
Well, she had to hand it to him, he knew how to blackmail her pretty well. Jane leaned on his bed.
"What do you want me to sing?" she asked him.
"I... I don't know." Sherman admitted. "I didn't think this out that far... Mr Peabody would have left by now... or start reading the History of Physics."
Jane sat on his bed, not sure whether to pity the kid or humor him.
"Alright," she finally agreed. "Let's see if I can butcher Mama Cass a bit."
Sherman looked at her, but said nothing as Jane cleared her throat and began to sing.
"Stars shining bright above you... night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you'; Birds singing in the sycamore tree, dream a little dream of me...
Say 'nightie night' and kiss me... just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me; While I'm alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me...
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you... sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you; But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me..."
As Jane softly vocalized as she headed out the door again, Sherman was asleep now and she safely tiptoed out the door.
"That was rather excellent singing." Peabody said from behind her. Jane almost slammed the door in surprise as she whipped around to look at him. "Were you trained professionally, by chance?"
"No." Jane said, shaking her head.
"Shame..." Peabody then said, almost absentmindedly and to himself. "Ah well, good night."
"Good night." Jane said back as the two went in opposite directions. On the back of her mind, Jane thought about what goes on in Peabody's head. Then again, she really didn't want to know either.