"There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid."

On Saturday this poem came immediately to "Gidget" (aka my lovely spouse) as we toured the Rosengart Museum and viewed the wonderful originals by Klee and Picasso. Gidget is better read than this blogger. Then again, maybe she had her moments as a young girl with a little curl in the middle of her forehead. Just sayin'.