Twinkle Twinkle

I was babysitting Moo’s friend this morning… let’s call him Hit-It (after his favorite game), and as Moo and Hit-It and I practiced our somersaults, I realized how hard it’s going to be to get any kind of song prep time in before this audition, with all our running around town and, well, somersaulting. 

Now it just so happens that Hit-It has recently learned a few songs – a skill he’s very proud to show off.  His song repertoire includes all the greatest from that famous song list – Toddler Best of the Best-the First Three Years.  So I decided I might as well sing along and get some practice in.  We were on our third time through Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (Do you know I didn’t realize until recently that Twinkle Twinkle and the Alphabet Song are the SAME SONG? Freaky.) that I realized I couldn’t just sing in my normal silly-mommy voice.  I had to use my Real Voice, the whole kabushel, using my diaphragm and opening my throat n’ all that, if this exercise were to have any audition-prep value.  So we started in on Itsy Bitsy Spider, and I let it rip.  Hit-It stopped singing, spider hands poised in mid-air, his mouth dropped open.  Moo stopped stuffing crayons into Hit-It’s garbage truck and stared at me.  I wish I could say that they were staring in awe at the amazing power of my majestic voice, but they were really giving me that oh-so-familiar look:  “Whoa, lady, you’re nuts!”  They also give me this look when I dance to Madonna and Guns n’ Roses (Sweet Child O’ Mine is a classic!)  I made them suffer through Head and Shoulders and The Wheels on the Bus, and then we got back to somersaulting.