Happa DaBay

In an apparent effort to make sure that at least ONE person will be singing at her upcoming birthday party, Molly has taken to serenading us nightly with various refrains of "Happy Birthday," which I am guessing she learned from school. Although quite the neverending chatterbox, her pronunciation is still a bit (using my favorite word of the week) wonky. The other night as I was getting her tucked into bed, I gave her kisses and she laid down, and said "MOMMY lay down on da big bed." I complied, since she does now have an insanely comfy twin bed that is a bit more conducive to Mommy laying down in than, say, her crib was.

She likes to talk to me and give me kisses in bed before she falls asleep, and hug each of her 426 stuffed animals that have to sleep in bed with her (425 of them are stuffed bunnies). So she is going through this routine, and all of a sudden starts singing "happa da-baaaay....mommy....happa da-baaaaaay....daddy...happa da-baaay.....murfffy...."

I'm like "What the hell is a happa da bay?" and then she goes "Happa da-baaaay....TOOOO....yoooooou" and I figured out that she was, indeed, singing happy birthday to everyone she knew. She continued, with verses for mamaw, poppa, yoooou several more times...she actually fell asleep singing. I went downstairs and could hear "hap...da....bay....yoooo" in this tiny whisper.

Among the other "where did THAT come from" comments this week -- driving home from daycare one day --

Molly: "MOMMY!!!!"
Me: "WHAT??
Molly: (pause)..."Where da Easter bunny go?"
Me: (pause)..."WHAT??"
Molly: "Where dat bunny go mommy?"
Me: (pause....what the HELL is making her think of the easter bunny? is she seeing things? Is Harvey in my backseat???) "Um...I don't know, sweetie!"
Molly: (looking out window) "Up in da sky. In da airplane." (resumes eating pretzels)

Well there you have it. The Easter bunny was off on his private jet going to hook up with the tooth fairy in Cabo.