I'm in my study grading. My daughter came in, climbed on the futon, grabbed my mandolin, and started strumming. This, however, wasn't enough. She soon started singing a number of her own composition. I'm not 100% sure what it was about, but I know it started, "some things are big, some things are small."
Her mom came in to change my kid's socks. As soon as she finished, my daughter turned to me and asked, "would you like me to play more songs for you?"
That's my girl.