A few days ago, Conor sidled up to me and said, "Mama? I don't understand a song."
I replied, "Which song?"
"The one about the sheep."
"The one about the sheep?"
"Yeah... blah blah black sheep. Why do we say blah blah?"
"That's baa baa, not blah blah. Baa, as in what a sheep says."
"OH!! That makes more sense. Baa baa, not blah blah. Got it!"
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