This morning I heard Melody singing something weird and I discouraged it.

What did you just say?

She could tell I didn’t like it and gave me her ‘coy’ face, which at the moment meant,  I can tell you didn’t like that, but I thought it was cool.

“It’s only a song,” she said, trying to put me off.  I felt a tightness in my chest.  Maybe words are too important to me.  I don’t know.  But I couldn’t stand to hear that.

Without a pause I told her very seriously, “But songs are words, and words are choices, and we want to make good choices.”

Don’t know if it meant anything to her, but, as it usually does, saying what I meant just at the time I wanted to comforted me.