Imperial

The Hubbs just came bounding down the stairs and barged into my home office with a huge grin on his face.  The reason goes something like this, and I may be paraphrasing a bit:

The Princess is sitting at the kitchen table, eating her peas like a good girl.  And humming The Imperial March from Star Wars.

He was on the verge of tears, and his impression was priceless.

Happy Monday, y'all.  May the force be with you.

24...and the ABC's

Remember when The Princess started singing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star?"  She's still doing it.  All.  The time.

Except as time goes on, sometimes she modifies it slightly.  In one spot, ah ah becomes ah-ah-ah-ah.  In another, ah ah becomes ah-ah-ah.

There is no variation in the placement of these changes.  When it happens, it follows the exact same pattern each and every time.

She's changing the rhythm ever so slightly to morph "Twinkle" into her ABC's.

Twinkle, Twinkle

I'm walking through the grocery store, pushing The Princess down the aisles in our cart as The Hubbs and I stock up on necessities. The Princess is uncharacteristically happy, swinging her feet and singing despite the crowd and noise.

Wait, what's this?

I listen more carefully to her wordless song, and - sure enough - I know the melody well.

She's singing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

And she hasn't missed a single note.