“Have you been to The Land of Happy,
Where everyone’s happy all day,
Where they joke and they sing
Of the happiest things,
And everything’s jolly and gay?
There’s no one unhappy in Happy, There’s laughter and smiles galore.
I have been to The Land of Happy –
What a bore!”
Steve read this at bed tonight. Ella nodded along through the poem and I smiled. With the final line, my jaw dropped and I exclaimed that was an awful poem. Steve started to argue, but Ella chimed in “If I had to hear all the time how happy everyone was it would make me angry.” She got it. She knows about emotion that kid.