While traveling home from sisters in law Jill and Jennie's birthday party (happy birthday, girls), I entertained Maggie by singing some favorite songs. With the upcoming holiday I busted out my kindergarten repertoire and sang Guffy the Goofy Gobbler, The Pilgrims and the Indians, and Five Little Turkeys. Then I issued the challenge.
"Maggie," I said, "Listen to Mommy sing her song, then listen to Daddy sing his song, and then pick which one you like best."
"K," she said.
I geared up for the BYU fight song. Dan helped me start with a rousing "Rise and Shout!" then I sang my little heart out all the way to the "Rah Rah Rahs" at the end!
Dan was next with Utah Man. Bless his heart he has an amazing singing voice but doesn't know the words to ANY song. I had to fill in words for him as he sang, "So fill your lungs, and sing it out, and shout it to the sky..." But he finished with a rousing "Go Utes!" that even made me (a die hard cougar fan) feel a rush of excitement. [And folks, its only my love of fight songs as a genre that lead me to learn all the words to Utah Man, nothing more. And I guess it make the time pass between plays at the games.]
Thinking that we'd really given Maggie a show I turned around to face Mags in the back seat. "So, Magger, which one did you like best? Mommy's pretty song? or Daddy's?" I asked.
All she did was vigorously shake her head and shout, "Uh uh."
So, there you have it. Maggie didn't declare a winner. Or maybe she just declared us both losers. I blame her father's influence.