Some people sing kids' songs to their kids. Violet has been giving us crap about the songs we sing her, and she insisted on a post revealing the aural abuse she suffers at home.
Miracle Blanket. When we need it, we sing this.
We stay out too late. Violet says this.
And for those of you wondering about the url we chose, this song is one of our favorites. Don't get too into the meaning or you'll get depressed, but it's a perfect, heartfelt, wonderful song.
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