Every Night, Every Night

So, I took the daughter out this morning to the pet store, Tower Records, and (drum roll.... or guitar riff...) the guitar store. Bought her a ukelele. She digs it. She's downstairs crooning and strumming right now, and for the past hour, a song she made up right away about how she loves her mommy because she makes her a milkshake bobby (a chocolate milk bottle) every night, every night... strum strum strum. Wail. Strum. Cool kid.