Songs of the Store

We took Brooklynn shopping while at the beach and lived to regret every moment!  I'm sure the folks in Goodwill were ready to call Children's Services:  "Mom!  You're hurting my hand!  Let go!  Waaahaaaa!  Mo-o-o-o-o-o-om!"  (Note to DHS workers who may be reading this blog: I was holding her hand loosely; the problem was that she was throwing herself on the ground while I was holding her hand.)

Once we got home, she had a cup of milk and went straight to bed where she composed her latest song:

"We went to the store,

And I cried, cried, cried.

And tomorrow we'll go to the store,

And I'll cry, cry, cry.

It doesn't matter,

I'll just cry, cry, cry.

When I'm hurt

I cry, cry, cry.

Sometimes when I'm not hurt,

I still cry, cry, cry."