"If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands...."

"Head, shoulders, knees and toes..."

"If I can make faces and sounds like this, if I can make faces and sounds like this..."

I just had to get it out of my system. My husband has put his foot down and said I can no longer sing the songs coming from our 1 year old's new birthday toys.

What?! Doesn't he know me better than that? My brain isn't wired to just NOT sing. My brain sings, all the time -- all the time. There is a continual soundtrack playing. Does it get old sometimes? sure. But apparently it gets older for my husband who, I guess, has already heard the tunes more than he'd like (and my daughter's only been one for a few days.)

For those of us who are musically wired, it's a distracting state, no doubt. Especially in the job I have now. Frankly it's more of a job hazard. Any time I'm typing up the calendar section it happens.

Someone is doing "Little Shop of Horrors," and I'm singing a muted "Suddenly Seymour" under my breath. Someone does "Guys and Dolls," it's "I've Never Been in Love Before," "Wicked," -- "For Good," and on and on and on.

How does one expect me not to sing along with the Fisher Price Little Superstar Sing-Along Stage?!

It's just not fair.

"What do you see when you look in the mirror, are you happy now? Happy is when your mouth is smiling, let me show you how...

"Wiggle, WIGGLE, I love to move and wiggle!..."