Imitation is the Worst Form of Flattery

Clara Grace picked up her ukulele to join in a practice session with her mommy who was still struggling with the new guitar she’d received for Christmas. The little girl decided to play along and started in on the new song she’d heard her mommy butchering for the last fifteen minutes. Clara Grace strummed the ukulele and sang proudly, “I’ve been working on the-oh rats--railroad, all the live-long--darn it--day.”