My kid has music in her soul. She’ll dance to anything with a beat. I had never realized that car alarms have a beat until she started dancing to one. About a week ago, she was pretty agitated because it was taking me a while to get food on her plate one evening. I started singing a line softly over and over. Pretty soon, she started mumbling a definite attempt at the song at roughly the same volume, but it was way too hard for her. Apparently, she is not capable of all the sounds in the line, “Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me.” Yeah, I have no idea why that song was what came to my mind.
The next day, I started with a line that seemed more within her phonetic abilities: “E-I-E-I-O.” She did okay, but she got stuck–E-I-E-I-E-I-E-I. I didn’t really expect her to count the correct number of repetitions, but I thought it would be cool if she stuck the O in there somewhere, so I started emphasizing the O when I sang it. She listened a bit, then got a big smile and sang, “E-I-E-I…Uh-oh.”