That was so cute. thanks!
Adorable. Love how she belts it out and “brings it home” at the end.
It’s good to know that there are children out there who can actually carry a tune. Seems the ones we see/hear in Sunday School, etc., just scream words; there’s no hint of melody. Suppose it has to do with rap and other types of current-day “music”.
Love it. Thanks.
I used to hum the openings of Ode to Joy and Eine Kleine Nachtmusik to my kids and it knocked ‘em right out. The video is cuter.
My daughter right now wants to sing “Della and the Dealer” by Hoyt Axton every night. The only parts she knows are the parts where the cat is mentioned.
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Just, wow!
So refreshingly innocent.
I loved this. They must be watching the fireworks, and she must be up and still excited.
My guess is daddy is a pro musician.
All you Dads (and Moms) out there, sing with your little ones. Play good quality music too. It makes a world of difference in their musical aptitude and development.
Tears to my eyes. Reminds of my late father who would read bedtime stories and poems from Childcraft, or make a promise (always kept) that a drawing of a train, ship, or trestle bridge would be there in the morning if I would get to sleep fast. And when growing pains came late at night, he massaged my legs and gave words of comfort until they subsided. The greatest man I ever have known. I miss him every day...and I am on the outer edge of middle age.
I adore this!!!
Thanks for another viewing.
Now that was cute.
Thanks for posting.
I would suggest posting it again on Friday night and you will get a lot more people checking it out.
It’s just that the filibuster is going on and many are preoccupied with it,
When one of my g/daughters was about two or three years old, she was sitting on my lap and we were watching one of her movies. It was a sing along type thing with the words showing on the t.v., both of us were singing, she had memorized the words and I was reading as we went along.
Then a song started with no printed words, she said, “Sing grampa, sing”. I said, “I can’t, I don’t know the words”. She turned around on my lap to face me, held my face in her little hands and sang the whole song to me.
It was so precious, she could have asked old grampa for a pony at that time and got one.