Wednesday evening, as I was getting supper for Nessa and me, I was singing a little improvised something-or-other about what I was doing, as I often do.
Nessa requested me to stop, as she often does (some people just don't appreciate creativity): "Daddy, please stop singing."
Thing is, she was singing it to an improvised tune...
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