The G loves to sing . . .
She can't always be relied upon to get the words right. But she never lets her loose grip on the lyrics spoil her growing penchant for musical performance.
Her current favourite song is Mary, Mary, quite contrary, although she does tend to lose it a little around the silver bells/cockle shells section.
Still, she is better at this number than she is at Yankee Doodle . . .
Yesterday, whilst out and about in the car, I heard her attempting to master the latter.
'What are you singing?' I asked.
The G thought about this for a moment.
'Manky Doo-Doo,' she replied.
Following hot on the heels of the Plop goes the weasel affair, this couldn't have been a more unfortunate interpretation . . .