Performance

Yesterday, the Pip insisted on a few things for her performance: a stool, a Bible and an audience.

Sitting on her stool in the kitchen, holding a Bible in her hands (????), she began to sing an improvised song. Due to my short memory, I managed to write the most important line down...

"I do whatever my Mom says."

When she finished singing, I said, "I am going to remind you of that."

The Pip, without missing a beat said,

"No Mom, that was just for a song."