I was driving the other day with E in the back. I was singing under my breath:
"Oh the seasons, they go round and round
And the..."
I got distracted by something on the road, and stopped singing. And from the back seat came a very sweet little voice:
"painted ponies they go up and down.
We're captured on the carousel of time."
I had no idea she knew that song. I must sing it more than I thought.
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