"I Like to Move It Move It!"

On our way back from Walmart, I was driving when Arwen started singing:

- I like to move it move it! I like to move it move it! (then turned to me) You like to…?

It was a long day and I was tired so I mustered in low deep voice:

- Move it…
- No! That’s not it! – She shook her head. - I like to move it move it! I like to move it move it! You like to…?
- Move it! – Now I went for a high-pitched effort.
- No! NO!!! (Then she tried – again!) I like to move it move it! I like to move it move it! You like to…?
- MOVE IT!!! – I joined in with all the enthusiasm I could gather for some song that I started to find annoying. Now with all of that energy, Arwen would have to like it, right?

The lady still didn’t approve. She started whining and feeling miserable.

- But I tried! – I said, wondering hard what it was that she was looking for.
- It’s a bit too high. Gotta be a bit lower!

Okay… “A bit lower”. Anything for Arwen. Let’s try again.

- (She sang) I like to move it move it! I like to move it move it! You like to…?
- MOVE IT!!! (at that perfect mix of a-bit-lower pitch and the enthusiasm that was just-right.)

…And she was OKAY with it! She approved and let me off the hook. Imagine that.

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About 3 minutes later – guess what – she started singing again:

- I like to move it move it! I like to move it move it! You like to…?

What was it again - that one perfect pitch that was “a bit lower” that I got right just several minutes ago?

- MOVE IT!!!

I got it right. I swear. I could say I looked into the past and replicated exactly what I had done and no one else could have done any better.

- No… it’s not it….

And she felt sad.

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