My singing voice has the potential to shatter glass, and I don't mean in a diva hitting a high note kind of way, but thankfully no one's mentioned that to my kids. Lots of singing takes place in our house during the week; we sing children's songs like Itsy Bitsy Spider and lyrically-appropriate adult songs like the Glee mash-up of Halo and Walking on Sunshine and completely made up songs like the one I sing when changing diapers.
Abbey sings and dances her way around the house and the car, sometimes admonishing me to stop singing, because "I'm singing it by myself, Mommy". Dylan chatters and hums and squeals along with the music. Our neighbors contemplete calling the police about the noise ordinance (ok, not really, but they might if they could hear inside on a regular basis.)
One thing that Abbey cannot let slide is changing the words to a song that she knows. Just try to change a lyric to personalize it with her name or Dylan's name, and she immediately stops the attempt, "That's not how it goes!"
Of course, she recently informed me, "But I can change the words, just not you."
I guess it's time to work on diplomacy.
playing the piano at Grandma and Grandpa's
singing Happy Birthday to Dylan
the candle is alternately a candle to blow out and a microphone
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