I'm ashamed how long it's been since I've blogged. I could give a lot of excuses (such as the kids' end-of-year parties, Christmas shopping and partying, travelling, tending to an ill then dead guinea pig), but there's not an excuse from being gone from writing so long. So, to jog my blog and my writing again, I'll devote this blog to one of my favorite themes: things that come from my daughter's mouth.
This morning, we were all listening to some new music on the way to Maggie's preschool. Daddy had picked it out with the family in mind, a new band called FanFarlo, or something like that. Nice stuff. Maggie especially liked it (her tastes seem to run akin often to Daddy's), and she declared that the music made her think of "the good days." Of course, in adult speak, the music made her feel happy, but I love her description of the experience.
What's even funnier, is thinking that a five-year old has enough life experience to be able to compare a stretch of "good days" to a stretch of "bad days." For a little girl who lost her pet guinea pig the past week, maybe she does have the wisdom to discriminate. At the least, she knew a good, happy tune when she heard it and appreciated its ability to help her think of happier times. And hopefully, she has many more good days ahead than behind.