Boy: I remembered one of the other songs we sang in the playground today – not Over The Rainbow or Doe a Deer. I don’t know what it’s called though – shall I sing it to you?
Mum: Yes, go on!
Boy: [sings]
Every day, we learn and play,
Finding ways to get along,
Finding out what life’s about,
Everybody moving on!
That’s all I can remember.
D: You know when they say “We’ve all got bruises” on the radio?
Me: You mean the song?
D: Yes. Well, not everybody gets bruises DO they?
Me: Yes, everybody gets bruises – you’d have to be a robot not to bruise.
D: What – everybody? Even God?
Me: Umm… Yes, I think he probably does.
D: But that’s IMPOSSIBLE! Everybody can’t get bruises on the same day – I’ve checked and I haven’t got any bruises. So it means one day everyone has them, the next day they don’t have them, the next day they do have them…
Me: I don’t think the song means that everybody gets a bruise on the same day – I think it just means that we can all get bruised… On different days.
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