Setting: In the car, on the way home from school. I am singing along to a "mixed tape", which is at a very low volume.
F: Mommy I can hear you singing, by yourself.
Me: Do you know what it's called when you are the only one singing? A solo.
F: OH!
Me: And if someone is singing, and there is no music playing, just them singing is all you hear, it's called acapella
F: I sing on-the-pillow all the time, and hans-solo.
By the way, just in case anyone doubted it, J.M. does grill the best steak on the planet. I know this, because 7-year-old SJ freaked out Sunday night because her third loose tooth was so loose, it almost fell out. She wasn't freaking because she feared pain, blood, or a funky-looking smile - it somehow occurred to her just as she was about to pull it out that she might not be able to eat "daddy steak" without that particular tooth! We reminded her of the tooth fairy's generosity, and how she totally seemed to be a master tooth-puller the first two times. She would not be convinced. Then on Monday, we were all "ooooo - now it can fall out at school, and you can get the cool tooth necklace". Nope, it's now Thursday, and that jacked-up tooth is still hanging on by a thread.
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Yes. The steak. MMM. But you're the marinader, so it's a team effort, right?
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