She likes to swing with her eyes shut. Sometimes I'll be out working in the garden and I can hear the rhythmic "squeak, squeak, squeak" of the swingest and then her little voice joining in to sing to go with the rhythm. Yesterday I heard her singing "Bad Romance". I held my hand over my mouth to stifle my laugh. She didn't notice me watching her. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut. Her hair was coming loose from her pony tail and blowing around her face. Her long legs moved forward and backwards in time. Suddenly she cried "I'm swinging higher than I ever dreamed possible!"
Swing away baby. Swing away.
Three years ago today I had a blogging problem.
Four years ago today I reviewed Harry Potter. Sorta.