Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Morning music

This morning Mary Clare waltzed down the hall, ukulele in hand, and plopped down in front of a semi-awake Buddy. She pronounced, "Buddy, I am going to play music for you," and then proceeded to do just that. He soon lifted his head, prompting her to say, "Don't worry, Buddy. I am just playing you music. It's okay." He lowered his head, and as his eyes closed, she exclaimed, "Look! Buddy is going to sleep! I am putting him to sleep with my music!"

It's likely Buddy was just closing his eyes in the hopes that he would discover this was all just a terrible, terrible dream, but who am I to crush her dreams? That's why God invented the teenage years.

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