Taking the Scenic Route

Zora insisted Mom and Dad sat down in front of the mantle, asking for me to get the camera, and sang several songs for us standing up on the mantle, occasionally going down into the “audience” for emphasis.  One song included a verse about a tail, which I couldn’t understand, but when a certain refrain came, she would turn around, stick out her little tush, and shake it back and forth.  Her “microphone” is a spray thing for the end of the garden hose.

Trying to decide the next song to sing.

Rock on baby girl!