This morning on the way to nursery:
Bill Withers (on the radio): "Ain't no sunshine when she's gone. It's not warm when she's away. Ain't no sunshine when she's go-one. And this house just ain't no home. Anytime she goes away...."
Emma (as if from nowhere): Daddy, why the little girl go away?
Daddy: Um, I don't know Emma.
Emma: Maybe little girl come back.
Daddy: Yes, maybe.
Emma (seemingly satisfied with this state of affairs): Mmm.... but little girl naughty.
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