My niece Annabelle loves to sing. She comes by it honestly-- her grandmother pretty much has a song for every occasion. My mom has been teaching us songs about every holiday, this river, that town, the moon, the flag, camp, you name it, for as long as I can remember. She even taught us cheers when we were little from her high school days, so it was with a great sense of familiarity that I chimed in with Annabelle yesterday in the car as she shared one of the cheers she learned in camp this summer:
California oranges, Texas Cactus, Annabelle started.
We think your team needs a little practice! I joined in with gusto.
But it was when she started singing What a Wonderful World a few minutes later that my ears really perked up. "I can play that one on the ukulele!" I told her. And so this morning, I did, and it was magnificently awful to hear a five-year-old belting out that Louis Armstrong classic with her novice ukulele-playing aunt strumming along.
So what? Go ahead-- put us in a high chair and feed us with a spoon.
California oranges, Texas Cactus, Annabelle started.
We think your team needs a little practice! I joined in with gusto.
But it was when she started singing What a Wonderful World a few minutes later that my ears really perked up. "I can play that one on the ukulele!" I told her. And so this morning, I did, and it was magnificently awful to hear a five-year-old belting out that Louis Armstrong classic with her novice ukulele-playing aunt strumming along.
So what? Go ahead-- put us in a high chair and feed us with a spoon.
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