more creativity.

why do I fret?

Sophie made up a song this morning.
The words were:

"I'm a hairy boy"

Nora made up a song too.
Her words were:

"I got my hair did"


their 'songs' are just little phrases, like the aforementioned, repeated over and over and over and over.
Same set of notes.
Same set of words.

good news.
Nora's was the only one repeated aloud over and over in public.

for Sophie's song, we hadn't left the house yet.

phew.