This week my Princess has made a big decision:
She wants to be a singer when she grows up.
She is certain of it.
And now she is making up songs left and right about anything and singing quite loudly. The funny thing is she is on key pretty often.
Maybe my mom is right – I should put her in singing lessons.
Daddy told her he’d like her to be a doctor or dentist. She said no, she wants to be a singer. When he said that she could be both, she still emphatically said no, just a singer.
In the shower, (which I should mention, she is taking by herself now!), she sings at the top of her lungs:
I want to be a singer. I want to be a singer like Melvis. When he was a boy he wanted to be a singer, and now he is dead…
We saw an Elvis impersonator at Christmas singing Christmas songs, which she loved. The other day we had a conversation about Elvis and how he is not alive that the person we saw was pretending to be him. So this week, Elvis is on her brain. She saw a man with black hair and sideburns and asked me if it was ‘Melvis’.