Baby Cat is a big songbird. Her current fave song is this one:
Blah blah blahk ship
Henny henny whul
Less-sir less-sir
Hee haa hool
Hann hnn hnn ster
Hann hnn name
Hann hnn boy
Lainn
Blah blah blahk ship
Henny henny whul
Less-sir less-sir
Hee haa hool
Certainly you can recognize her rendition of Bah Bah Black Sheep. She's basically gotten the tune although she has yet to master the lyrics. Her made-up words to the song sound better to my ears though.
I can never get tired of her singing. I actually beg her to sing, bribing her with anything on hand. A piece of chocolate, a cup of chocolate milk. Anything! Just to get her to sing.
It's bad practice I know. I turn hypocrite and forget for the time being what baby books say about bribes and their long-term effects. But wouldn't you do the same if you were me?
Her mini-concerts are something to behold. Laila becomes a soft-voiced soprano--if there's such a singer type--avoiding all eye-contact but continuing to sing nonetheless. When she's in a really good mood, she includes a swing of the hips and some flailing arms to her routine.
She also belts out a Rock-a-bye Baby once in a while, and then abruptly stops to exclaim with concern: 'Hulog yung baby baba, lakas hangin kse.'
Baby Cat might not be able to say the lyrics right, but she understands them.
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