We’re in the car today on the way to the beach and Radio Disney is blaring in the backseats (thank you for programmable front/back speakers!) and our 5 year old daughter is belting out “The Climb” by Miss. Montana, Nathan and I can barely hear ourselves think much less hold a conversation, so he says:
“Princess, can you keep it down?”
Her: … still singing
Nathan, looking at me: “she obviously inherited her singing genes from me”
Her: “Dad, are you saying I can’t sing”
Nathan: ” Are you saying that I can’t sing?”
Her: “Yes”
I’m pretty sure that Princess and I would get along fabulously!
That’s great. Not even a sorry.
My daughter is a hummer. ’nuff said.
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My girls have started asking that I not sing. They’re 3 & 5.
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Ooh, I like her. She’s my kind of girl.
My mom always used to tell me that I can’t sing. She was totally right, but it was still mean.
That’s right, Grandmaother, I’m talking about YOU.
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