Last week we had several days of rain in a row—very unusual, and it left quite an impression on the little lady. We were driving over to Grandma's one morning, and I heard her singing "Rain, rain, go away, come again another day," all by herself with no prompting from me (though she has certainly heard the song many times before). I love this age, when the words start coming and you find out that they've been listening all along.
The rain is long gone, but she's still singing. Today while she was singing I decided to try to capture it on the computer. At first she seems to have a little stage fright, but by the end she's practically making out with herself.
God, I love this girl.