They get it from me. I love to sing...mostly badly, but I love to do it anyway. When the kiddos were in diapers, I'd make up a song about it. When they were taking a bath, I'd make up a song about it. I'm probably the only person who got a laminated card from her daughter's preschool on Mother's Day saying that I was special because "You sing the 'Burp Song' to me."
So last night the entire Dawg family went out to see Madagascar and eat Chinese food. On the way home, I'm having a discussion up front with Bruce when I start paying attention to the kiddos in the back. Drew is crooning "Baraaaaack Ooooobama. Baraaaack Ooooobama." Erin is providing backup vocals for him...then pops in with a little soprano "John McCain."
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