I overheard my daughter singing to herself as she was dressing in her room: "Now I just have to find the perfect skirt to go with these leggings and show everybody how pretty I am."
As I was about to interject, from the next room, I hear her chime in with a second verse, "...even though I am pretty just as I am."
As I peeked in, she followed it up with happy humming, an attempt at whistling, a repeat of the first two lines, and a pirouette.
