Sing a Song or Make One Up

Looks like Brianna has inherited her father's annoying, er, I mean charming habit of singing random little songs just made up on the spot about, well, nothing and or everything. (Among Trav's more famous nonsense versus are the "Stick in the Woods" song and also "Baby in the Belly,"a song he sang while I was pregnant. That one goes "Baby in the belly, baby in the belly, baby in the belly, whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo." He's not big on complicated lyrics.) Anyways, today we needed to take some books back to the library. Bree insisted that she needed to take along her little plastic pair of "scissors," the ones that came with her Play-doh pet grooming set. So, we loaded her into the car holding her tiny pair of red scissors. As we were driving along she suddenly just starts singing "Za, za, za, zaaa, za, za...scissors song..Za, za, za, zaaa, za, za, scissors song." And she sang it over and over just like that all the way to the library. On the one hand I am quite proud that she's creative enough to be making up her own songs. But, on the other hand I can't help but thinking, "Oh God, not another one?!" I see years of nonsensical and made up songs in front of me...