Debbie turned the old record to the flip side once again, “This is fun, daddy, isn’t it?”
It was fun the first time we played the nursery rhyme record as we danced and sang to each song. The second time we danced and sang to each song was nice. The third time was fun as I watched Debbie dance and sing. By the fourth, fifth, sixth…
I sighed. How many times will the stars twinkle, Miss Muffet be frightened by a spider, or will Incy Wincy climb the water spout?
Smiling at little Debbie’s beaming face, “Yes, sweetheart. It’s fun.”
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