My daughter loves to sing. She is always singing something.  Most of the time, it is the usual fare like “Itsy Bitsy Spider” or “Wheels on the Bus”, etc.  But now and again she will sing her own tune, one that she makes up as she goes along.  She tends to sing about her immediate surroundings or what she is doing right then and there.  And truth be told, they aren’t exactly compelling ditties.

For example, she will sway in place and sing, “I see the kitty on the couch.  Daddy is downstairs.  Mommy has to dye her haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaair!”

Not exactly moving, or catchy for that matter.  But as Simon would say, “She makes it her own.”  And Randy without a doubt would call her “authentic”.  And lovely Paula would have tears in her eyes when she says Piper “sings from the heart.”

She is very inspired by American Idol, so it was no surprise when she grabbed her microphone last night while we were watching the show. Only this time she started singing, “Keep on moving, keep on moving, you gotta keep on moving…”  My stepdaughter and I just looked at each other.  This was quite an improvement over “I got cheerios, I got cheerios in a bowl.”   The entire time she’s singing, she rocking back and forth with one leg stretched in front of the other, sort of… well, sort of like she was dancing. 

So there we were, actually enjoying this new song as we watched her groove along for a few minutes.  And then she hit us with the grand finale.

“You gotta keep on moving, keep on moving. Go down the stairs. It’s a fire drill.”