Sing-Along, With Daughters
On the front porch one Saturday afternoon, my daughters were playing with dolls and singing Disney songs. I lay on the porch swing, swaying back and forth, looking out at the street and the late September leaves just starting to turn color.
I couldn’t resist joining in. Knitting my brows in mock earnesty, I belted out, “I can show you the world, shining, shiiiimmering, sple-endid…”
Alice, three years old, interrupted me.
“Daddy, you can’t sing that.”
“Why not? I can’t show you the world?”
“No. You’re not Aladdin. Not at all.”
A tough lesson, perhaps, but she had me there.
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