My mother is a hummer. You know, one of those unconscious types that hums while cleaning, ironing, driving, shopping, whenever. She knows it now, but is helpless to stop.
Kate has inherited a derivitive of this trait: she sings. Constantly. Not real songs, like preschool songs or church songs or hannah montana. At least not with any type of recognizable tune. She sings about whatever she's doing. Just now, she was in the tub and she's singing "I am in the tub. I am looking at my toes. Something is wrong with my toes. They need painting. The paint is gone."
It's cute and simultaneously incessant. It's the music of my life.
1 comment:
How funny. That makes me think of Elf... "I'm singing. I'm in a store and I'm singing! I'm in a store and I'm singing!"
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