The Magic’s In The Music . . .

I’ve been telling you my Little Willow is smart – right?

Well.

Now she is an accomplished songwriter as well.

She wrote this little piece just this evening and repeated it endlessly as she ran circles around our kitchen’s center island.

Here goes . . .

I love my mommy.

I love her more than the most.

I love my mommy.

She’s great.

So far I am loving this melody.

Sing it, sister!

But then the words took another decidedly different direction altogether . . .

And we never say stupid.

And we never say hate.

Never.  Never.  Never.

Do we say flub-a-dub?

Is flub-a-dub a kind word?

I think when Kevin returns from work this evening I’ll see if he can set that little dirge to some tunes.