"Please head upstairs and brush your teeth and remember; Grandma is still sleeping." I say to my seven year old as we are on our way out the door for school this morning. As I finish in the kitchen and pass the stairway enroute to my backpack I hear a her singing.
"They all could reflect, that it was very nice To know that they wouldn't be bothered by mice They can leave all that to the railway cat The cat of the railway train."
As I realize that she has the verse nailed she cranks her voice up a few notches to belt out the chorus.
"Skimbleshanks, the railway cat The cat of the railway train."
The smile cannot be wiped from my face as I rush up the stairs to whisper, "Remember - Grandma is sleeping!"
She stops singing, but the grin is huge and the pride is oozing from her every pore. She knows she nailed it, too.