Just one more reason to adore this family.
Jenna and I, upon sitting and waiting in the van for various family members to return, who were looking at sedan-like vehicles in I.F., became bored. And began to improvise our own musical, one line at a time. We sang about being home alone and the neighbor's dog calling on the phone. The dog decided we should go on a walk together to find any individuals that would play with us. And something or other with the involvement of a horse. And possibly a golf course.
At this chronological point in the re-telling of this tale, Dad climbed back into the driver's seat and propelled us to another location at which we would acquire the rest of our rag-tag band! Oh did I not mention yet that we continued to deliver lines of lyrical beauty? Tied up in the angelic vision we had painted? Did I omit the normalcy of Dad instantly providing back up (the sort of thing those lucky altos always get to sing!) for us? Repeating words and phrases in echoes and downward runs?
Yeah, you can come sing with us any time you want. But remember, rhyme and randomosity are key.
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