It's disconcerting when the three-year-old sings grown-up songs.

[eyesroll]

She's singing herself to sleep -- "Til The Cows Come Home" by The Church.

It's weird hearing her sing:
"When it's raining and cold and love's losing its hold
And you feel like you just want to sleep
And the friends that you trusted, left you all busted
And the hills that you climb are all steep
Yeah your lovers and cronies have all turned out phonies
Sold you a bag full of bones
I'll keep waiting there still on that last final hill
And I will till the cows come home

Though I'm in this valley
I'll fear no evil if you will walk by my side
Though danger's around us, strangers all hound us
Your light will still be my guide
The villains and freaks with their vulgar antiques
And critiques that simper and moan
Oh they twist and they turn
But I'm just standing firm
And I will till the cows come home"

She knows all of the words -- even asked what a critique was once -- but I doubt she knows what she's singing. Still, "vulgar antiques" isn't a phrase little kids know.

[frogmarch]

1. Ohhhhh

How precious! I hope you sometimes record her when she sings. Recordings of your little girl singing would make wonderful keepsakes. Ohhhh.

[eyesroll]

2. Her dad sometimes records her on the computer...

It's cute. I'll suggest he capture her car or bed singing sometime.

(She's whatever the not-married-to-her-dad equivalent of stepdaughter would be, so I probably shouldn't mic her randomly.)