Little kids have so much ENERGY!!!
I wish.
“Happy birss-day to you!
Happy birss-day to you!”
Tyler and Emily are making birthday cakes from playdough. When a birthday cake is completed, one must present it to the birthday boy or girl in song. Of course.
“Happy boouth-day, to you!”
It’s a catchy little ditty. The sort that very quickly becomes an ear worm.
“Happy boouth-day, dear Tyler!”
Well, it would be a catchy little ditty if it were sung the way you’re probably hearing it in your head. The version I’m hearing…
“Haaaaappyyyyy biiiiiirrrsssss-daaaaaay, deeeeeear Eeeemilllllly”
…the version I’m hearing has all the vitality of the Song of the Volga Boatmen.
“Haaaappyyyy biirrrirsssss-daaaaay toooo yooooooou!”
Happy Birthday as a funeral march.
“Haaaa-peeee biiiiirssss-daaaaaay toooooo yoooooou…”
Lugubrious to the max.
“Aaaaand maaaaannyyyyyy mooooore.”
Oh, please, no. I’m getting more depressed by the minute.