LUCY: Mommy, is today is the day that I get to sing?
ME: Yes, it is.
LUCY: With all of the Mommies and the Daddies watching?! And the Gigis and the Papas too?!
ME: Yes, at your concert.
LUCY: And I will sing all of the songs! Like the one with Rudolph! And the one with the jingle bells!
ME: As you practiced at school, right?
LUCY (ignoring my last comment): And I will sing my own song too!!
ME: You will? A song you made up?
ME: Is that a good idea?
LUCY: YES! It goes, (singing) “Christmas! Head, shoulders, knees, and toes. Christmas toes. Head, shoulders, knees, and toes. Christmas toes. Christmas eyes and ears and Chri-i-i-istmas nose. Head shoulders, knees, and toes. Christmas!”
ME: That’s your original song, huh?
LUCY: Yes! I made it up. By myself.
ME: It was wonderful, Lucy. I’m so glad you shared it with me...but maybe...at your concert...you should stick to the songs you practiced.
LUCY: (thoughtful) Hmmm. Like the one about the figgy pudding?
ME: Yes, like that one.
LUCY: And the one with the letters?
ME: I’m not sure which one that is.
LUCY (singing again): “L, V, E, E, That’s how I spell Christmas!”
ME: Hmmm, maybe you’re supposed to spell “L, O, V, E”…
LUCY: Maybe. Or “L, U, C, Y” ‘cause that has an “L” too. And that’s me.
ME: I guess we’ll see at the concert, huh?
LUCY: You will see, Mommy. I will sing!
And that's exactly what happened. She stuck to the script and sang her little heart out on the stage, as I proudly watched. She also picked her nose a bit too, but no one is perfect.
Lucy, practicing her song (and her jazz hands) pre-concert