bluesy

My daughter came out of her room kind of weepy after we got home.

I asked her what was wrong.

She hugged on to me and said, with an earnest look in her eye, “Mommy, I’ve got the blues.”

Maybe I should limit the amount of Johnny Cash I let her listen to.

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