This morning my daughter was making up a new song about a “twirly swing” at the park. She was in the midst of creation, inventing the lyrics and the melody at that very moment, when she insisted that I sing along.
There was no way for me to know what the words or melody were, since she didn’t actually know them either until they came out of her mouth, yet she became quite angry with me for failing to sing along.
She does this all the time.
It’s one of those few moments when she can be incredibly cute and incredibly annoying at the same time.