In revenge for I don't know what, Eric decided it would be a good idea to leave a harmonica and a kazoo in the car for Addie to play with while we're riding around. So, for the past few days, there have been long stretches of conversation/performance much like this one:
"I'm going to sing you a song on my camonica."
"This one's called 'I Love You.'"
Much grand tooting on harmonica.
"This next one's called 'I Love You Very Much.'"
More atonal tooting.
"This next one's called 'I Love You Indeed.'"
"It's a really long one."
"I have twenty-seven songs I'm going to sing for you."
These "songs" are punctuated by Nolie screeching the loudest screeches you have ever heard, either because she's afraid of the "camonica" or is protesting the horribleness of the songs or just wants to participate. She's still in a rear-facing carseat, so I'm not sure which of these it is.
Then the whole thing is repeated with the kazoo.