Sprout has taken to singing.
She doesn't have much of a repertoire, but what she lacks in scope she makes up for with volume and enthusiasm.
She likes her brother to sing along.
Her lyrics are not terribly sophisticated, but there's something to be said for simplicity, and since they're never in the same order twice, the song is always fresh.
We have dubbed it The Family Song, and it goes a little something like this, in a sing-songy fashion: Mama, mama, mama, mama, papa, buddy, buddy, buddy, papa, papa, mama, buddy!
Buddy is what she calls her brother. It sounds more like "buh-eeeee".
She likes to sing along to the music on the radio, and The Family Song is what she sings. she also sings it in the car, in the tub, lying in her bed, dancing around the living room, and when we're holding her.
It utterly ruins us. Turns someone and I into puddles, melts us all over the floor. Good grief.
If I can manage to transfer from phone to computer, I will share a video clip some day.
Did your kids sing? How 'bout you?