Everyone's a critic

When Emma was just born, I started singing "Zip A Dee Doo Dah" to her each morning, punctuated by kisses. It was our ritual for starting the day, and I loved it. As our morning routines changed, I started forgetting to sing. I missed it though, and thought that Emma might, too, so I've been trying to remember lately.

This morning, when she woke up, I was already awake, and I had my wits about me. Consequently, I remembered to sing to her. I laid down beside her and started singing, "Zip a dee doo daaahhh, zip a dee ayyyy." She shook her head and, around her binky, said, "No, no." I kept on singing. Surely she'd stop telling me no when she got all those kisses that accompanied the song. "My, oh my, what a wonderful dayyyy!"

Emma wasn't having it. She took her binky out of her mouth, looked me square in the eye, shook her head, and said, "No, no!"

Yep, everyone's a critic!