My six year old is struggling to understand why his mother has been hovering over the computer almost constantly for the last week, muttering like a mad woman. I've tried to explain a little bit of the Rove/Plame situation to him but it's just too complicated for an innocent mind.
Then the other day, during one of those press briefings where Scotty looked a little constipated, a song, The Wheels on the Bus, popped into my head. God only knows why because I really hate that song and look back fondly on the age when my son outgrew his love of it.
Anyway, there I was watching Scotty with my mind meandering through the many verses and lo and behold, there it was. It's all so clear to me now.....
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