Home with a fussy teething baby. Sang her John Lennon songs for an hour, now we’re watching the Wiggles with no sound. Oh, the howling, oh the crying, oh how I love her in spite of all that.
(musings from an upstart crow)
Home with a fussy teething baby. Sang her John Lennon songs for an hour, now we’re watching the Wiggles with no sound. Oh, the howling, oh the crying, oh how I love her in spite of all that.