The danger in raising children in a musical household is that car rides home from piano lessons can turn into this:
Julianna: Mommy, can I, sing, Let It Go?
Me: Of course you can.
Nicholas: SNOW GLOWS WHITE ON THE MOUNTAIN TONIGHT, NOT A
Julianna: No! No no no no no!
Me: Julianna, if you can sing it, he can sing it too.
Nicholas: Kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I’m the queen!
Alex: EVERYTHING IS AWESOME, EVERYTHING IS COOL WHEN YOU’RE
Me: You do NOT have permission to sing THAT.
Alex (to the tune of “Everything Is Awesome”): PERCY JACKSON RO-OCKS!
Me: Or any of its permutations!
Nicholas: THE WIND IS…
Alex: DON’T MIIIIIINE AT NIGHT! DON’T MINE AT NIGHT!
Michael: WUT, IT, GO, WUT, IT, GO, TAT HODE, BACK, ENNYMOH!
Alex: YOU’RE FEELIN’ KINDA BRAVE AS YOU LOOK IN THE CAVE!
Michael: EVEE-FING IS AWESOME!
Alex: WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY? RING DING DING DEE-DING DEE-DING DING!
Nicholas: I am one with the wind and sky-y-y!
Alex: JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE ALL THE WAY!
Nicholas and Julianna: YOU KNOW DASHER AND DANCER AND PRANCER AND VIXEN….
Michael (to the tune of the Imperial March): DUM DUM DUM, DUM DUM-DUM, DUM-DUM DUM
Me: (facepalm). (In parentheses, because, after all, I am driving.)
The only thing I have to say is BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
We’re only marginally musical (and there are also only two kids), but I know this experience well.