My daughter, age five, came home from summer school with a new harmonica and wearing her sunglasses.
She asked me if I like the blue.
I said yes, I love the color blue, it's one of my favorites.
She said no, Daddy, not the color blue, the music blue.
She had been pulled up onstage at a school assembly that morning and taught to play "the blue."
She asked me if I like the blue.
I said yes, I love the color blue, it's one of my favorites.
She said no, Daddy, not the color blue, the music blue.
She had been pulled up onstage at a school assembly that morning and taught to play "the blue."
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