Tra la laaaaaaaa
My four year old is singing in the shower. She's not using words anymore, having exhausted a long, rambling verse about chocolate and soap and sunshine and dogs.
Just tra la la la laaaaa, ooooh oh, uh uh oh oh whoa oh oh.
Oh wait. She's singing "Mom, can I uh, uh, get, uh uh uh uh ou-out. Nuh nuh nuh now, ma. Ma ma ma ma. Yeah yeah."
I guess I'm being summoned.
American Idol, 2015. I'm so not kidding.