Impromptu

This morning, BG caught part of "Chicken Little" on TV while I was trying to get some more sleep. Apparently, there are aliens in this version (beats me). They made an impression on her. Later, we were running errands and I was tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel, when BG said, "What song is that, daddy?"

"I don't know. What song do you want it to be?"

"The Alien Song"

"Uh, I don't know the Alien Song. How does it go?"

"The aliens are not going anywhere, The fireflies in my hand are blinking about," she sang.