Sing like no one is listening…
Mini-Me has a habit. It’s an adorable habit.
She sings a constant soundtrack to her life.
When she’s playing alone, she accounts her actions in random song, to random tunes.
“I am playing…into the kitchen. ..with the dolly…who is SLEEEEEEEEEPING!”
It’s kind of like Will Ferrell as Buddy in Elf.
I love it.
Recently, I’ve been impressed by her use of rhyme in these songs.
“Will you have some tea Mary? Some tea…with me…very!”
As a lover of musical theatre and Disney, you can just imagine how blissfully proud I am of her tendency to sing along to herself.
So recently, her temper has taken a leap the whole way to Teenager level. She could actually teach our 17 year old bloke how to throw a strop.
Imagine Chucky and Emily Rose had a baby…
You now know what I’m dealing with.
Yesterday, about ten minutes after a particularly frightening episode over my mistake of putting ham into her ham sandwich, she began her singing.
I had been watching her, wondering how to deal with my generally sweet child who has found new levels of frustration to deal with, so I listened.
This was the key. I’d listen to her because obviously she was expressing herself through song, unaware of the fact that she was giving me insight to her mind. I’d soon figure out what is bothering her and causing the tantrums.
Supermum… feckin genius Woman!
“I wuv my Mammeeee…”
Awwwww. She didn’t 5 minutes ago, but awwwwwww.
“And I wuv my Daddy….”
Bless. Maybe she misses Daddy.
“Cos he’s a superhero who looks after me…”
Yes, he is. Come to think of it, it’s almost time for him to come home. Which means I can have a glass of wine…
“And I wuv my baby sisterrrrrrrr”
HAH! See. It’s not jealousy of the baby. She loves her. She just sang it straight from her subconscious. I knew it.
“And I am the best big si-i-i-i-ster in the worold…”
Nice key change there Mini-Me. And yes, you are.
“And the sun is away behind the mountain….cos it’s nearly bedtime…”
How observant my child?
I almost fall off the stool. I was so engrossed in the performance of her life, that I forgot that I wasn’t actually an audience member.
This was it. Here was the moment where she’d say something profound and enlightening. I’d suddenly make sense of EVERYTHING. Psychology 101 eat your heart out…
“I WANT A PET HIPPO”…
That was me told.
She sings because she likes to sing.
I need to listen because I like to listen. Or sing along. Whatever.
A car pulls up outside.
“There’s Daddy. Ask him Honey.”
(Reaches for corkscrew…)
I am Soundtrack to her life Mum.
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