Picture this

I'm feeding Q his yummy homemade veggie soup pureed with cottage cheese (it tasted better than it sounds -- everything gets tested before it goes to him). He's not happy because he's too cool for food. So S is hanging out nearby and I ask her to come sing "Where is Thumbkin" with me, in rounds, to distract the little monkey. She cheerfully and immediately complies. Q settles and moves right on into happy eating, snarfing down his tasty puree. S finds herself needing variety in the third singing of Thumbkin, so she begins yodeling with a little vibrato. Sweet. We move on to rounds of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat." I throw in a little more vibrato. Things are getting silly. At the end of that round, she cuts off the note abruptly, to turn to me and say, a little surprise in her voice, "Wow, Mommy! Did you take vocal chord lessons or something? You're good!"

Bwahaha. We ended up singing a chicken version of something else -- Puccini? I don't know what it was, but Q found the whole thing hilarious and burbled for more, giggling around his food (tough for him, but he managed). S is always good for unexpected twists and lots of laughs.