We sing everything in our house. For instance, this morning's breakfast sounded a little like this:
Me: (to the tune of Elmer Fudd's "Kill the Wabbit" ie Wagner's opera)
Eat your breakfast, eat your break-fast, eat your BREAKfast, eat your breakFAST!
Ky: (about the honey peanut butter I put on her toast to the tune of T.Swift's "Shake it Off")
I'm just going to take it off, take it off, uh huh, take it off...cuz I don't like the way it tastes, tastes, tastes...
So I guess it comes as no surprise (to those who have witnessed our mad singing skills to communicate) that we often react to big moments with song.
Two weeks ago, I sat Kylie down and said, "This is it! This is the day we are going to let our friends and family know we're going to try to adopt!" She gasped with joy, so I continued saying, "Yes, we are finally going to work on getting you that baby brother or sister you've been praying about for years!"
What was her reaction?
DUM DUM DUM DA DE DUM DA DE DUM! To the tune of DARTH VADER's IMPERIAL MARCH!
I'm not going to lie. I was dumfounded. Pete, who was in the next room, leaned back on his chair through the doorway with a look of disbelief and started laughing.
Me: Was that... was that....?
Pete: Yes, Darth Vader's theme song.
Kylie: From LEGOS!
Me: You let her watch star wars?
Kylie: YES!
Me to Pete: Talk, we must. (about watching star wars)
Me to Kylie: Kylie, amazing how you picked up that tune so quickly! What about the adoption made you think of that song?
Kylie: It's big. It's important. He's a father! I'm a sister... get it?
I guess I do. To Kylie this is BIG. It's IMPORTANT. And she relates the song to "I am your SISTER!" For as long as Kylie has said heartfelt prayers and been able to express her greatest wishes, she has wanted a baby sister... then brother... then either... now both!
I just love her sense of humor, the way her mind works, and I can't wait to watch her bloom into the best big sister anyone could ask for.
The force is strong with this one.
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