When I was five, my dad drove our family across the country in his Toyota truck with the Lance camper on top. My sister and I rode in the camper without seat belts of course. The story goes that my sister spent most of her time in the bed above while I sat perched on the little porta potty, singing along to Barry McGuire’s Bullfrogs and Butterflies Agapeland cassette tape the whole way across the country.
This morning in between bites of waffle, Zoey was singing “and we’ll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes, oh we’ll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes.” I told her I love to hear her sing but that she needed to finish eating her breakfast first before singing. I think I passed on my singing gene to her.