Life is a musical

for my girl these days. Inspired by important films such as "Barbie as Rapunzel" and "Barbie in the Princess and the Pauper", and "The Lady and the Tramp", she feels compelled to burst out in song in any opportune (or inopportune) moment. She'll be running through the playground singing "Swing, swing, gonna get the swing" in a dramatic high-pitched tone; talking to her stuffed animals and teaching them a song about teachers (lyrics and music both "written" by her with liberal adaptation from other songs she's heard). Last night, at bath, she burst into a cheerful ditty that mostly had the words "soap" and "scrub-scrub-scrub" (always in threes) in it. This wouldn't be too bad, actually, if she hasn't been "blessed" with her father's absolute deaf ear for music. So whether a high-pitched aria or a hushed lullaby, they are all slightly or not-so-slightly off, adding to the annoyment (but also the amusement) factor for everyone listening. I greatly encourage her musical talent, don't want her to develop a complex about it and I want her to enjoy music, but sometimes I can't help but wince or smile....