My dad always sings a song based on whatever we are doing in the moment. For example, if my mom mentions that on of my sisters is demonstrating leaderships skills, my dad sings in a high-pitched voice “the leader of the pack“. Maybe someone mentions sharks and my dad belts out “baby shark doo doo doo doo“, or my brother says “That movie was so cringe. The couple held hands the whole time.” and my dad sings, “I wanna hold your hand!” Other times he just sings any song that happens to be stuck in his head. My dad has done this my whole life, and because of it, all of my 5 siblings and I do too. If someone is feeling sad we will sing a song to make them feel better. I pause here to mention that as I write this, my dad is playing a song on his iPad, and singing in the background.
Today my mom was busy, so I put my two year-old sister down for a nap. I put her down, and then pretended to be sleeping, and snored a little bit. She instantly did what she has witnessed he whole life, singing based on the occasion. She asked in a melodious singing voice, “Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping?” That made my day. Singing brings joy. My siblings and I will carry this trait from my dad with us our whole lives, even if it makes us “strange.” What is amazing, is that my grandpa Wilson (on my dad’s side) sings all the time too. It must run in our family, even if we can’t carry a tune.
Singing Time, by Rose Fyleman
I wake in the morning early
And always, the very first thing,
I poke out my head and I sit up in bed
And I sing and I sing and I sing.
Brainchild Galore 
🙂❤️
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