"No, I'M..."

Rachel's newest habit is saying SHE likes/SHE feels/SHE wants if I express interest/wants/needs desires. So our morning commute today went something like this:

Rachel said something to make me laugh -- can't for the life of me remember what it was -- and I said, "You're funny, Rachel!"
"No, I'M funny," she said.
"No, I'M funny," I said.
"No, I'M funny."
"No, I'M funny!"
"No, I'M funny!"
"We funny together," she concluded.

***

She is becoming quite the singer. Tonight, as I was talking to a friend on my Smartphone, Rachel started SINGING to herself in the backseat! She started with "Rise and Shine" and moved on to a couple of other songs.
"I like hearing you sing," I told her at the dinner table later on.
"I like your earrings," she replied (I didn't have any on at the time).
Thinking she hadn't heard me correctly, I said, "I like hearing you SING, Rachel!"
"I like your earrings," she repeated.
Hopefully she'll get the idea that I'd rather hear her sing than listen to my own voice all the time!

***

One of her current faves is a song I made up on an occasion I can't even remember -- probably when we saw a fire truck and she wanted me to sing about it. This has since turned into "The fire truck song" and the verses go like this:

Hurry hurry fire truck, hurry hurry fire truck, hurry hurry fire truck we've come to fight the fire!
Hurry hurry water tender, hurry hurry water tender, hurry hurry water tender we need to douse the flames
Hurry hurry ambulance, hurry hurry ambulance, hurry hurry ambulance there are people trapped inside
Hurry hurry firefighters hurry hurry firefighters, hurry hurry firefighters you need to rescue the people

..and for all you especially cynical people out there, the last verse is:

Hurry hurry politcians, hurry hurry politicians, hurry hurry politicians, you need a photo opportunity!
(The last verse is in honor of Ray Flyn, who was the mayor of Boston when I interned at the Boston Globe during the summer of 1987. He was genius for showing up at any and all house fires and other tragedies, for reasons I could never figure out).