Lyrical-ish
Both of our girls like to sing, like their Dad. Both of our girls like to make up words to their own songs, like their Mom.
I don’t have a musical bone in my body, but I like to make up songs — silly or otherwise (but mostly silly.)
Today, Ferris has been carrying around a small, purple toy purse. She brought it to me all distraught that it was “empy.”
There was a small Bible on the table, so I put it in her purse and she flitted on her way.
A few minutes later, she was sitting on the couch with her Bible in her hand, singing loudly and holding out notes with gusto. Her song went something like this:
“I neeeeeed God. I looooooove ‘church.’ Moooommmmmmmy Hoooooope!!”
What can I say? She’s like me. She’s got skills!