I LOVE TO SINGA
When my nephews were very small, my brother told me about a
video he rented of cartoons. One was about an owl that wanted to be a
jazz singer and his parents wanted him to be a classical musician. It
was an old cartoon and I love those so much. My brother did the whole
cartoon for me and every time his son, the youngest was crying, he'd
start singing from the video. "I love to singa.." After I saw the
video a bunch of times, I sang it with him when little Harry started
crying. Now, every time I think of this, I start laughing. Mostly, the
thought of my brother singing and dancing the whole cartoon makes me
laugh. He imitates the father with his German accent and then at the
end the whole family at the end dancing and singing with the little
owl. My brother can imitate dancers in such a way that is priceless.
He knows enough to do a little dancing, and then he just fakes it. The day we
buried my mother, he was so mad at my dad that he kept imitating him
saying, "Forgive me." They had had an argument and then my father said,
"Forgive me.", and I guess too many times. My brother kept dancing
around the room imitating my dad. His favorite ending is to moon
whoever he is mad at. My father was in the next room and couldn't hear
us or see us, so my brother mooned him. It's a beautiful thing.
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