Kiddo makes up songs all the time. They are about life, her thoughts, her things, and recent happenings. Last night at the dinner table she made up another song. It talked about how she had a snoopy toy in her bag, about how she loved noodles. But mostly it was a chronicle of our most recent exchange (paraphrased from my memory):
I asked if I could watch Busytown (TV) while I waited for my dad to come home.
My mom said No.
I asked again, please, can I watch Busytown?
My mom said no, my mom said no, my mom said no.
