Our daughter was given a guitar on her birthday, just as she asked. Ever since then, she's been belting out these ballads that she herself "writes" all while strumming out-of-tune notes on the strings of her tortured guitar.
Her songs are wonderful. Mostly about love, rainbows, being happy and well, more love. I've been unsuccessful in trying to record it, but I really need to. It's one of the most enternaining things we've heard in a long time. My husband and I try to sneak up when she sings just for some hearty (and contained) giggles, which for some reason, it's such a cool thing to do with your mate.
So yesterday, our son saw a commercial for some toy that teaches kids to sing. I didn't see it, so I have no idea what it is, but he was so excited to tell his sister all about it. He started screaming for her, telling her how she could learn to sing.
"Why would I do that?" she said with annoyance and sarcasm in her voice, "I already know how to sing!!"
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