Is there anything sweeter than a six year old saying “Aunt Betsy! Aunt Betsy! Do you know this song? ‘I see trees of green, red roses, too. I see them bloom for me and you.'”
If so, I can’t guess what it is.
Is there anything sweeter than a six year old saying “Aunt Betsy! Aunt Betsy! Do you know this song? ‘I see trees of green, red roses, too. I see them bloom for me and you.'”
If so, I can’t guess what it is.
Tiny Cat Pants 
What a wonderful world.
No ma’am. No, there is not.
(I hope you told her “The dogs say good night.” Because that’s Baby Fishmouth’s favorite part. We sing it together.)
I’m tearing up here.
‘scuse.