So I’m thinking the bossy one might have a future as a lyricist.  While her inspiration is cliche, as she has apparently fallen victim to the widespread obsession with Frozen parodies, I guess I can look past her lack of novelty, given she is 6. I suppose I can hold off my demands of absolute independent invention until at least the double digits. Regardless, her viciously humorous version, aimed at harassing the wild one, as well as addressing her own psychological distress as a result of being the only rational thinker in a family of lunatics, had me in hysterics. Mind you, this just rolled out of her, unplanned, and voiced with passion:

“Don’t let her in! She’s going to scream!  Don’t want to be the big sister, I always have to be. Conceal her squeals.  Don’t let Mims innnnnnnn. But now she’s innnnnnn!  Close the door! Close the door! She’s gonna scream in my face. Lock the door. Lock the door.  I really need some space. I don’t care what Mom’s going to say. The Reflection Room never bothered me anyway.”

Of course, I tried to document this rendition on film, but her wise response was, “No way! You’ll just put it up on your Facebook.” Ha! Boy, was she wrong. My blog is a way classier means of sharing our dirty laundry.