Lullaby

Sometimes I put Sally on her back in my lap and rock her like a little baby and sing songs to her. I know that's really corny but I really like doing it and she seems to enjoy it. I usually do it when Pete's not home and I always sing something by [you will find out at the end of this post] because Pete does not care at all for that person.

But the other day I was doing this rock-a-bye baby thing while he was in the other room, and he came out and said:

"Are you singing Beyoncé to Sally?"

This was a very weird question, as I don't know any Beyoncé songs. I said no and that was the end of the story until this morning when I asked Pete, "Why did you think I was singing Beyoncé?" and he said, "I don't know. I couldn't really hear it but it seemed overly sentimental." Then he asked me who it was and I said, "I'm not going to tell you, you'll have to read it on my blog."

I was singing "Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters" by Sir Elton John. It's Sally's favorite song. She has inherited the "love EJ" genes from my side of the family.