February 10, 2013

Talent

Isabella is a singer... all the time.

Every... painful... moment.

I want to encourage her, I really do but somewhere in here I have to stop it and let my headache go away. We are always listening to music, in the car, on her stereo in her room, or on the tv. The problem is that she sings like she talks: repeating the same thing over and over, and then over again. I can’t take it. After a few minutes I have to walk away or ask her to stop. And then it's quiet, and peaceful  This only lasts a minute or two before she starts back up again. “I got lipstick on my eyes, stockings ripped all up the side... I got lipstick on my eyes, stockings ripped all up the side... I got lip...” You get the idea. I love my daughter but maybe we should push the dance classes a little more?

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