The other day I had to scold Emmy. She ran to her room, jumped on her bed, and pouted.
After a few minutes I heard her cute little sing songy voice making up another song and I thought to myself "Wow. She really got over that one fast." As I got closer, I heard her singing.
I wish my Daddy wasn't my Daddy.
I wish my Daddy wasn't my Daddy.
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