Tonight for Sammy’s bedtime, I sang her “Waltzing Matilda” from a book of Australian poems. She enjoyed it, but was a little confused.
“What’s a billabong?” she asked.
“It’s water; like a pond,” I said. I finished the poem and kissed her forehead. “Good night. Love you.”
“Love you too, daddy,” she said.
I closed the door and went to take care of some chores – dishes and the like. After a few
minutes, I heard singing from
“Billabong, billabong, billabong, billabong, billabong water. Sheep at the billabong, billabong, billabong. Sheep, water, billabong.”
Hey, if it works, go with it.