My daughter seems to have inherited my musical abilities. Not only can she make a whole heck of a lot of noise (something at which I too excel), she also writes songs. Like my songs, hers have something a little...unusual about them.
This morning, she sung me her latest composition. The lyrics: "One, two, three. I love me. I love rocketship and red raspberries."
She's an artiste.
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