Even on a plastic ukulele, Dad says it's either the blues or zippity doo-dah. It's my choice. Dad's been showing me some cool string bends and slides to make my ukulele talk. And he's been singing "My Bucket's Got a Hole in It" to me, for inspiration: "My bucket's got a hole in it, can't buy no I've got a second tooth. I tried re-fried beans at a Mexican restaurant last night. Unfortunately, my diaper got a hole in it twice today, and Mom says we will hold off on the re-fried beans for a while.
Dad and I saw a great blue heron at the duck pond this week; plus five killer nutria rats, lots of ducks, and a cat - which rubbed noses with one of the killer nutria rats, and lived to mewl about it.
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