The Danger In Raising Kids In A Musical Household

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.)