A few nights ago, my husband, our two girls, and I were in a particularly good mood and we began singing together merrily on our drive home from dinner. Struck by our obvious family talent, my 4-year-old suggested we start a band. She excitedly pronounced that she and I could be the singers and dancers, her daddy could be the drummer, and her 2-year-old sister could play the whistle. That's right, the whistle. Didn't you know that the whistle is all the rage in music these days? I hear the scholarships chiming in from Juilliard already.
In anticipation of an upcoming gig, my 4-year-old belted out an original song right there on the spot, as she often does. Typical of her, it was sweet, in tune, and it rhymed on point. It was about butterflies and flowers and love and all things pretty, and it lasted a good two or three minutes. I swear I almost saw hearts floating from her lips as she sang. We were all very impressed.
Throughout her sister's performance, my 2-year-old, fearing she was being upstaged, kept interrupting, saying "My turn!!" She didn't want to be no whistle-er! She wanted to sing, gosh-darnit. So after my 4-year-old's song ended and our applause faded, we turned to our littler one. The car was hushed, silent in anticipation of this song that she was so eager and apparently prepared to perform. She turned to us and belted out a long, drawn-out, rather husky:
BUUUUUUTTT!!!
That's right "Butt." As in buttocks, behind, rear, bum, derriere, arse. And that was it.
That in a nutshell is the difference between my two girls. Each is absolutely just as precious as the other of course. But I do think my toddler needs to stick to the whistle.
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I'm laughing out loud at the Butt song. Remember Bertha Butt--one of the Butt sisters? You may be too young for that.
Look on the bright side--she could have said Bitch.
Love,
K
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