YOU'RE A GRAND OLD FLAG

Shae, our third daughter, is so many wonderful things. But a singer, she is not. As a general rule she loves to sing, however she lacks pitch and a beat. This has not stopped her, however, and she continues to listen to her iPod tunes and attempts to belt out the melodies right along with them. Sometimes I must beg her to stop, I kid you not. It really is quite sad.

There was a time when her singing was utterly enjoyable. Her little voice was so angelica it brought a tear to my eye. Allow me to elaborate.

She was in pre-kindergarten and her class was doing a unit on America and what it meant to be patriotic. They learned about George Washington, the president, Abe Lincoln and many songs, but one in particular she absolutely loved.

We would be driving along, taking a walk, watching T.V. It didn't matter where or when, if she spotted a United States of America Flag she would burst into a vivacious rendition of "You're a Grand Old Flag". As she belted out the melody she would say "Join me" and we would all sing along as she led us in the chorus. I can't remember how many times we broke into song while cruising around HB, but suffice it to say that it was more than a few.

It was cute back in the day . . . now it just annoys us.