All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey
Morgan speaks in song lyrics, and doesn't even know it. Over the past few days, she's said things that then get songs stuck in my head. This morning is yicky and overcast and as we were driving her to school she commented that the sky was grey, so now I have California Dreaming firmly stuck and even listening to it twice so far hasn't helped.
She, of course, thinks it's really funny when I start singing something she just said.
She, of course, thinks it's really funny when I start singing something she just said.