May 2, 2010

The Great Big Little Things that Bring Me Joy: Part Twelve

Listenting to my daughter sing Old McDonald Had a Farm at the top of her lungs as we enter Wal-Mart.

Putting aside the fact that I can't sing well and joining in--even though we are in public--because she asked me to.

Having a child who can sing a song, any song, and who can ask me to sing with her. How could I ever refuse, no matter where we happen to be?

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