The Moonpie and I just finished reading a book about James Town.
Catchy title, huh? Every night, she’d BEG me to read just one more chapter. So we read about the Indians, and Pocahontas, Captain John Smith, and how 500 settlers became 60 through severe starvation where they were reduced to digging up dead bodies to eat. It’s not my fault, it’s what HAPPENED.
Tonight we were without a book, so she asked me to sing a bedtime song.
Moon: Will you sing that song about the great ship?
Me: The Titanic?
Moon: Yeah, that’s the one.
Me: Just one verse: They were not far from England, They were not far from shore, when the rich refused to associate with the poor, so they put them down below, where they were the first to go. Oh, it was sad when that great ship went down.
Moon: ONE MORE VERSE!
It’s not my fault, it’s what HAPPENED.