Please excuse the title of this post, but it is why I am writing. No, not about a donkey or even the cushiony item you sit on each day.
My lovely daughters are running around the apartment playing with eachother having so much fun! In the midst of their playing they'll come into the living room where Steve and I are and hold hands and go in circles singing, "Asses, asses, we all fall DOWN!". That's right folks, they're singing "The Mulberry Bush" song. They should be singing "ashes, ashes". I love that they're not, honestly. They don't know what they're saying, but a brings a big smile to my face!