Mama sings

We're just back and we slippery-slide to a little village, just outside my town. There my mama is going to sing, with lots of other ladies and men. I didn't know my mama could sing like this! With papa I sit upstairs in the audience. I tell my papa: Not talking! And I wriggle in silence.

It is fun, but after a while I want to go home. But after my sleep I come back to dine with the people.