"I'm so sorry to see you go."

"I wish you were mine."

"If I could keep you, I'd watch you every day."

"Good-bye, I'll miss you."

These were actual things that were said to the first disc of season 2 of The Office as it was being tucked, oh, so carefully, back into its protective sleeve, as it was readied for shipment back to Netflix.

Oh and it was me doing the pathetic lamenting over the departure of the DVD.

I watched at least — at the very least — one of the six episodes since it arrived at our house last week.

I love that show. And I realize that no one really cares. But Margaret has started trying to pick out the theme song on her keyboard. Oh and the theme song to Jeopardy!, too.

We think she might be a musical savant.

She knows pretty much all the words to Johnny Cash's "Cocaine Blues." Because really, you haven't lived until you've heard a 6-year-old sing, "I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down."

It really warms the cockles of your heart.

She can sing along with the Supersuckers which makes this mama really happy (I learned to sing "Peace in the Valley" because she liked it so much) — but we've had to stop listening to some of their songs in the car. I mean, hearing your kid sing about drugs and violence against women is one thing, but hearing her repeat the "F" word over and over again ... yeah, that's just going too far.

So, she knows the words to the songs with the most minimal amount of swearing. And she definitely has an affinity for the Suckers. Just the other evening, she was filling out a form online for Barbie.com or some other little kid Web page and under favorite music, she typed (and spelled correctly — with mama's help) Eddie Spaghetti (the lead singer for the Supersuckers, if you didn't know).

What I love is when she makes a request from the back seat. The other day, she wanted to hear "Jackson" as sung by June and Johnny Cash.

Luckily, Bill got me a disc of June and Johnny duets last year. We spent an afternoon last fall running errands and listening to "Jackson" over and over again. So I knew that she knew the words to Jackson.

What I didn't realize that while the rest of the CD became background music to our mindless chatter. Margaret was in the back seat learning the words to all of those songs.

She's a little sponge and I love that she's absorbing all this music.