Caroline and I were in the car yesterday and I could hear her in the back seat saying, “Arriba! Arriba!” while intermittently playing the kazoo that she acquired from the prize box at Sunday School. Clearly the Sunday School teachers are on a mission from God to improve my patience because a kazoo? Seriously? Why not just take my last nerve out by hand and rip it to shreds?
But the important thing is that Caroline loves the kazoo and feels she has found her musical calling. I have to admit she seems to possess some natural kazoo talent given the fact that she was able to perform a mildly off-key version of The Star Spangled Banner (or The Dawnzer Song as she refers to it) with just fifteen minutes of practice.
Fifteen minutes that seemed like forty-five.
Anyway, she kept saying, “Arriba! Arriba!” and then asked, “Mama? What is the word ‘Arriba’? I just made it up!”
“Well, baby, it’s actually a Spanish word.”
“Wow! I’m even smarter than I thought! I just made up a Spanish word!”
Sure you did.
And, by the way, that kazoo music is just lovely.