This morning Mason sang the blues:
Me: "Mason, why don't you play a song for Skye on your harmonica?"
Mason: "Okay. This song is called 'Pretty Pretty's so sad because Mirror Mirror doesn't love her'. It's about Pretty Pretty wanting to play basketball but no one will play with her so she's sad."
Last night Mason spoke about the blues:
Mason: "I'm not sad. This straw is sad."
Ann: "Why is he sad?"
Mason: "Because he has no friends."
Ann: "Why does he have no friends?"
Mason: "Because he's allergic to everyone except the rabbi."
I think we have a budding creative on our hands - I blame her mother.
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