About 24 1/2 years ago, a baby girl was born. Well, probably a lot of baby girls were born at that time, but this one in particular made an impact on me...for a variety of reasons, not the least of which that she was my daughter.
Somewhere along the way, she developed an interest in music, dance, and created a repertoire of odd characters -- each with his or her own personality and accent. Daily, these individuals would wake us up in the morning or bid us goodnight. Throughout the day, they'd pop up at the least expected moment.
I've always assumed other parents are entertained regularly by their children, but I can't be sure of that. Rarely did a day go by that our mornings did not begin with a vocal solo of some slightly errant version of a well-known ditty or a comedic turn with the male parental unit joining in.
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