Sunday, October 10, 2010


Tonight as CP prepared dinner, the nasal melancholy of Willie Nelson's "The Last Thing I Needed First Thing This Morning" wafted up the stairs, "...The alarm clock rang two hours late...And this morning at breakfast/I spilled all the coffee," etc.  From the bathroom I heard NS exclaim with a laugh, "Mom! That music is sorta funny!"

Earlier this week, NS demonstrated her comprehension of the danger of going near the road.  I asked her to walk with me to take a letter to Dad and Mom's mailbox, which is on the other side of a busy rural thoroughfare.  As we left the house, hand in hand, she slowed and said seriously, "I don't want to go on the road because a car might bump me. Then I would be dead and we wouldn't have any girl."


  1. Clutches at you, doesn't it.

  2. Was she commenting on the words or the strange-sounding voice?

  3. At first I thought it was the weird sounding music, but CP thought she was picking up on the lyrics. Maybe we'll never know!-ME