Jazzin' Katie

I know, it's been ages. I've been busy.

But I was just sitting in my room and hear Katie grunting something out.

"one. ugh. Twooo."

and I'm sitting thinking, "what's wrong?"

and then she picks up pace a bit, "buckle my...shoe"

and I wait.

now, faster, and with a beat, "three...four...open. the. door."

I listen more, smiling.

now, she starts scatting it, "five, uh ,six, uh, pick up da stix."

"and seven and eight, dont you be late."

She's suddenly Louis Armstrong, improvising lyrics and timing.

Where she gets this from, I have no idea. But it was cute.