We were at dinner for grandma Clara's 98th birthday in a place called the PeachTree. It was a nicer restaurant that served stuff like fried chicken and mashed potatoes. On the weekends they have "live jazz" at 6 pm. Which is about the time our dinner started. Around 730 when we left, their break was ending and they were about to start up again. Unprompted, Caedee ran over to the lady that was singing and grabbed her hand and told her "I really liked your singing!" The lady was a little surpised but told Caedee "well, thank you!" about the time Caedee let go of her hand and made a break for the door.
You know, she's never once told me she likes MY singing...
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