Two nights ago, we’re out walking the neigborhood. Dave and I talking about the day, Mister Kapister in his stroller, singing to himself:

“Ap-pee … ap-pee! Ap-pee!” And clapping his hands together.

We pause. “What’s ap-pee, Tau?”

“Ap-pee! Yeh-yeh!” More clapping.

Scratching our heads. “Happy?”

“Ap-pee!” Clap. Clap.

Ah! “If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.”

Clap. Clap. Perfect timing.

We had no idea he knew this song. The joys of daycare.

We went on to “stamp feet” and “shout yeh-yeh!” (hooray!). I got a bit carried away and was just about to do the clap-clap-stamp-stamp-hooray verse when Dave pointed out that people working on cars in their driveways were looking at me funny. Didn’t think I was singing that loudly.