Truth

Today is the dreaded basement day. My goal is to get rid of half of the girls' toys. While I began sifting through all of their junk, May did a perfect swan dive into a big pile of toys and came up for air, triumphantly holding a shiny metal harmonica. "My moron-ica! I've been looking everywhere for this moron-ica!"

...I wonder what her take on bag pipes would be.