I could hear M singing softly to herself. Wondering what she could be singing, I stopped what I was doing to listen.
Imagine the sweetest child's voice singing:
"I fell down to a burning ring of fire.
I went down, down, down, and the flames, they grew higher.
And it burned, burned, burned, that ring of fire.
That ring of fire."
A little later that night:
"Hey mom, what's a sugar daddy? And what's Jackson?"
"You really need to put some primary songs on your ipod."