When we went to Nashville awhile back we drove through a swampy area and in my desperation to entertain Abby on the long drive, I sang to her “The Legend of Woolly Swamp,” an old Charlie Daniels song. She spent the next month asking me to sing “the swamp song” to her. Then she would quiz me about why the various parts in the story of the song happened. As in, “Why did the ghost of Lucious Clay get up and walk around, Daddy?”
Since she likes the song so much I decided to take her to a real swamp she could get up and walk around in: the Lorance Creek Natural Area south of Little Rock. The swamp was swarming with gnats and it wasn’t really that interesting. On the way back to the truck she fell in the parking lot and scraped her knee and the palm of her hand. The scrapes bled a little and apparently hurt. She was done for the day. I had to carry her into the house and put polysporin and a Band-Aid brand bandage on the wound. After that she just wanted to sit pitifully on the couch and watch TV.
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doesn’t get much more pitiful that that.
I’ll bet she will was ready to go by gametime.