Earlier, the girls and I (and our inner divas) busted out the musical instruments. We banged on drums, shook the maracas and danced the afternoon away. At one point, Dizzle and I were singing our own renditions of "Sally the Camel" and "The Farmer in the Dell" when she suddenly grabbed the microphone and said, "It's my turn to sing."
Thinking I was about to get an all-star performance of the ABC's, I sat back and patiently waited. Suddenly, my little rocker started head-banging and dancing around. All while singing, "I rock. I rock. I rock." Over and over again.
When she finally ended her performance, I said, "You rock because you are a rock star, right?" To which she replied, "No. I rock because I am awesome."
Apparently, we aren't lacking in self confidence in this household.
I'm so sorry to have missed out on Dizzle's performance. We too have our fair share of "rockin" out. Today I heard some beautiful (AKA loud & obnoxious) music coming from S's room. Lucky for me and D, S had rediscovered the handbells Nana had given him for his bday. Wow. My ears are still ringing. ;)
I have a rockstar too! M swears she is a rockstar and makes up the funniest songs. Its so cute!
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