Yesterday, when Iris complained about the rain, her mom started singing and motioning with her arms, “The sun’ll come out tomorrow – betcha bottom dollar that tomorrow, there’ll be sun!” Iris smiled and asked, “What musical is that from, Mom?” “Annie,” her mom answered. “There isn’t a song for everything, you know,” Iris giggled. Her mom laughed, “But wouldn’t it be fun if there were?  I wish life was a musical, sometimes.”