Recently I visited my Son and his family. My daughter received a degree in professional nursing. It was a good visit. My gran daughter told the story "good night moon" from memory. Not bad for a two year old.
This was when I began to think about how stories change over the years. Some are hard to understand with today's experiences. One young mother reminded me of this when she saw the track.
At the end it says "good night nobody". She says this felt wrong for her. I had to smile, because "I don't know and Nobody" lived at my house.
Anytime there was a question of "who dun it" I don't know was to blame, "where is it" I don't know was the one. How did it happen and what happened and why it happened was all blamed on I don't know.
Now, No body bosses everyone around. The answer to who told you, you could go, do or have it was always, No body. it's time for bed, the lights are out and everyone is to close his eyes and be quiet.When a sound is heard from the supposed to be quiet room, the question is asked, who is making all that noise, yeah, No body made it. So good night room, good night phone, good night .............good night nobody, good night noises everywhere.
