Seeing your three-year-old daughter dancing around with her little plastic CD player (with microphone) to Beulah's "Gravity's Bringing us Down". When she went to Grandma's house this morning she brought along their album When Your Heartstrings Break (my favorite . . . and it was a copy. You think I'm nuts?) Beulah seems to be her favorite.
I mean, honestly, how cool is it to hear your kid sing, "Ba ba ba ba ba ba" correctly and not in reference to a sheep?
Very cool.
Happiness is also a warm puppy, I hear. And a warm gun. I'd be happy with a Boulevard Unfiltered Wheat. Droooooool. Beer.
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