A week ago, I went to the Spring Sing at my daughters preschool. Each class sang a song, and while there is something about children singing that can make the hardest heart melt, I think these teachers were trying their best to do us all in.
They started off easy with the littles ones, our Sprouts, wearing chicken hats and adorably singing "Los Pollitos Dicen," then, came "Here Comes the Sun" which got my lip trembling with their angelic rendition but no dice. Up next, the Rainbow class singing what else? "Somewhere Over the Rainbow", the Israel Kamakawiwo'Ole version of course. It took a lot of strength, but I held it together. Nice try Rainbow...
Finally, comes Daisy singing "She's Got A Way." I'm thinking "Huh? Why are they singing a cheesy Billy Joel love song? They're way off the mark." Then, as soon as they start singing the realization: "Oh no! Where's a tissue! Why didn't I wear waterproof mascara today?" And just in case any poor saps in the audience were still holding out, they each held up a letter to spell out:
"We Love You Mom"
Bravo Daisy, Bravo