Ane's little discussion with Daddy

I was sitting in my chair in the living room yesterday. You know, the one that my butt feels like it's been glued to for the past couple of months while I sit and do my classes, quizzes, reading, homework, papers, and tests for my online courses at Utah State University. Some of the girls had gone outside in the freezing cold to play. Others had chosen the more sane route and stayed inside. Ane had been playing outside, but eventually came rushing back in with bright red hands and even red bare feet. She never puts on shoes, no matter the weather. This time I hope she got the message that shoes ARE an important part of playing outside in the winter, even if there isn't any snow on the ground. (Even when I force them on her, she quickly takes them off when she gets out there.) When she'd sufficiently warmed up, she grabbed the kid size guitar and walked into the living room where I was and started "warmin up her vocalizer" (name that movie). She was so cute, talking to herself and strumming strings that made no music whatsoever. Then she cleared her throat and leaned into an imaginary microphone and said, "Hey guys...I have a song to play you callllled..." Here she paused, not sure what it was called, this showstopper she'd prepared. She leaned away from the mic, looked over to her right side, and then after leaning back in said "Maybe my Dad will tell me." I was sitting reading one of my textbooks and writing notecards for studying, so I quickly grabbed an empty one and surreptitiously started jotting down what she said. She then pulled away from the mic and leaned over to her right and proceeded to have quite the detailed whispered conversation with Naki, her Daddy. It's funny to think that she's never actually had one of those before. But from what I saw it seems that she needs no rehearsal for the real deal someday. She giggled, she disagreed, she emphasized her points quite succinctly, and finally found a middle ground on which they both agreed. She sat back up straight and then leaned back into the imaginary mic and said in her performer speaking voice, "I do all of it in my whole life with my Dad. Cuz it's so easier...so I have to get it ready." All the while she was perched on the edge of the couch. And since she doesn't have much junk in her trunk, she kept scooting off. Her next words were, "Now let me just get my butt on the stage!" I was then treated to a fantastic rendition of her singing/guitar creation. She reached a point in the song that she was displeased with, at which point she leaned over and said to her manager, "I can't do it, Dad". I was dying to know what advise he gave her, but I'll never know. Whatever he said, it worked. She found her confidence and kept on warbling while I sat there weeping.