Recently, my sister and I were cleaning the men's (gross, no offence) bathroom in the multi-use building at church. Grace, 6, begged to help.
At Grace's suggestion, we started singing "Sing Sweet Nightingale" from Cinderella and were having a great time cleaning that bathroom.
Then Grace stops everything, and says "Oh but THIS song is so much better."
She dropped her voice to a husky low key and began singing "So this is love" also from Cinderella.
This is a moment, frozen in time, that I will never forget.
We all are wearing those yellow cleaning gloves, Grace is melodiously whirling around with a broom, I'm scrubbing a urinal and Kristy's sanitizing the toilets. "So this is love?"
Well sang Grace.
true... what else would compel us to do things like cleaning the men's bathroom?
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