I am a terrible singer. That doesn’t stop my daughter and I from having fun singing.
We like “Soak up the Sun.” My favorite part of the song is when Sheryl sings the “water’s still free.” Every single time we play the song, my daughter looks up at me when she sings that line and repeats it. “The water’s still free, Daddy.”
Yes it is. I don’t know why that means a lot to me, but it does.
We also like “Three Little Pigs” by Green Jelly.
We have a lot of fun. I sing the part of the screaming wolf, "LITTLE PIG LITTLE PIG LET ME IIIIINNNNN!"
She does the little piggy part “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”
After six months of this she wants to do the wolf, and I do the piggy.
When trying to sound like an evil wolf-monster, instead my daughter sounds like that girl in the excorist.
So at our Church they once in a while do a children’s thing. Through rehearsals there had been no indication of any problem, but today, in front of the congregation, my daughter decided to sing “Jesus Loves The Little Children” in her evil-monster-big-bad-wolf voice.
Most of the other kids we singing in the hushed tones of scared young children trying to hide themselves in the chorus.
Not my little girl!
She belted it out as loud as she could with a mischievous grin on her face, looking right at me with her “Daddy look I’m being bad,” lights flashing in her eyes.
It was a singular rendition, kinda gives a different meaning to the song, when you sing it with the voice of evil.