You remember?
You remember everything like it was yesterday. Except for yesterday.
-- My daughter, age 11
(N.B. She was channeling Groucho Marx, a new discovery of hers.)
A sub-genre of electric instrumental music that never caught on.
Crescat musica, vita excolatur.
You remember everything like it was yesterday. Except for yesterday.
-- My daughter, age 11
(N.B. She was channeling Groucho Marx, a new discovery of hers.)
You and Mommy take all the fun out of life! So there's no point in living!
My daughter, 11, on being asked to empty the waste baskets