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Music

Sad songs say so much

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So, we had pizza for dinner tonight. As such, I needed to take some Gas-X. (This is more information than I intended to share, but it’s relevant to the story.) So I went into the bathroom, where Poppy was taking her bath. I can’t remember whether or not she asked what I was doing, but Rockford volunteered to her that I had gas.

So she wrote a little song about it. It goes like this:

Mommy’s got some gas,
Mommy’s got the gas!
Mommy’s got some gas!
Mommy’s got 10 gas!
and on, and on, and on, and on

Family matters

Mommy’s little entrepreneur

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Poppy: Mommy, I’m sorry your computer can’t compute as fast as your old computer.

Me: Thanks honey.

P: Maybe we can make it go faster!

Me: Yeah? How would we do that.

P: My store — where someone lives, called The Panic — has faster cartridges. We will use a faster cartridge from my store.

I would be worried about someone named The Panic living in my daughter’s store, but I happen to know that The Panic is the name of the store. I’m not sure who lives there, but I know they used to sell jewelry. I asked her why they were selling “fast computer cartridges” now, and she said, “They’re all out of jewelry.”