Don't own anything except for Nina, Nathan, and Tina. Made this out of boredom. Warning: Contains four-year-old cuteness.
"Come on, Tina. Sing, 'Twinkle twinkle little star'." Nina coaxes our daughter. Yeah, my wife is crazy. She thinks she can teach a four year old to sing like she can. She's trying to get a four-year-old to sing Twinkle Twinkle little Star, a four-year-old who's only heard the song about three times.
I think she misses going on tour and stuff, cause she keeps on insisting we get a nanny so she could go back to "work".
Give me a break. "Give it a rest, babe." I tell her. She looks at me with fire burning in her eyes. "My daughter is going to be a famous singer one day. You could teach Nathan to dance." She says, pointing to Nathan who's watching Sponge-bob. Tina is trying to watch it, but Nina keeps insisting that she sings "Twinkle twinkle little star".
"No mommy." She says stubbornly. Nina smiles. "Come on, sweetie. For mommy." She begs. "O-kay." She sang in a little four-year-old singsong. Tina opened her mouth and out came a very off-key sounding song. "That's not 'Twinkle twinkle little star'." I tell Nina. "That's 'killing twinkle twinkle little star'."
She glared at me and turned to Tina. "Sweetie, what was that?" She asks, refusing to believe her own flesh and blood couldn't sing. "Twinkle twinkle little car, mommy." She says. Nina smiles in spite of herself. "I see." She says. I smirk at her. "Don't say it, Stanley Torahamu." She says sharply.
"I can sing 'Twinkle twinkle little car' mommy." Nathan says. Before Nina could say anything, Nathan opened his mouth and sang. She stood, entranced, as he sang. He had a better voice than Tina. Way better. Except for a few slip-ups here and there, he sounded good.
Nina hugged him so hard he turned even paler, already having his mom's pale skin and emerald eyes, like Tina does. Besides that, they look exactly like me. "Mommy?" He asks. She lets go and there's a huge grin that's almost too big for her small face. "Oh, Nathan." She gushed. "My Nathan can sing! Stan, did you hear that?" Chuckling, I nod.
"Was is good, Mommy?" Nathan asks. Nina nods, tears brimming in her eyes. "My baby can sing." She says softly. "You're a true stage mom, Nina." I say. She looks at me and smiles. She got up and closed the distance between us. "I love you, Stan Torahamu." She says softly.
I grin. "And I love you, Nina Torahamu." I pull her into a kiss. "Stan." She says, looking at Nathan and Tina, who were staring at us with wide-eyes. "Come on, sweeties." She says cheerfully. "Let's eat some macaroni." Tina raises her arms so I can pick her up. "Do you want to learn how to dance, Tina?" I ask.
She nods and says "No 'twinkle twinkle little car'." I chuckle. "Agreed."
"Come on, Nat. Sing 'Mary had a little lamb'." I hear Nina say. "Mary had a little lam, little lamb, little lamb." She and Nathan sang. Tina scrunched her eyebrows together. "No 'Mary had a little ham' daddy." She says.
I grin. "Hey, Stan, how about we hire a music teacher and a nanny?" Nina suggests. Sighing, I say, "Fine." Nina raised her fist in the air and did a little dance. "Great! I got a new idea for a song!" She says, sprinting up the stairs, calling, "Feed them!"
Shaking my head, I tell Nathan and Tina, "Your mom is crazy." I know she is. But I still love her.
