Bird’s Spring Concert was Sunday. Mare brought a pad of paper and pencil to keep her occupied during the two hour concert. It began with a performance by the Concert Choir, a melancholy song whose title I don’t recall. After they finished, Mare whispered in John’s ear “that song was so sad I drew a picture of a person in jail.”
Edited to add:
I’m keep rereading that and it just isn’t right. John and I thought it was so funny. Here, though, it sounds like I’m trying to convey some deep meaning. But I’m not. It is just a post about my middle child. An example of the quirkiness we have always found (and loved) in her.