A Slave Am I!

Now I am truly a slave to the baby! She was in a bad mood tonight, so I brought out the fiddle and played a tune. She listened. I stopped playing for a minute, and she started crying again. "Play another song!" cried Das Husband. So, I played, like a marionette on a string, I played... until I said, "to heck with this! That kid needs to go to bed!"

And now she sleeps.

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