Just a random idea that just popped into my head very last minute.
Chrissie found a voice, a VERY loud voice.
"I's love turtles. I's love turtles. They's go splash, splash, splashy, splashy splash!" sang four and a half year old Chrissie as she swayed her little head from side to side, flapping her small hands as if she was splashing someone.
At her side was Goober, her best friend in the whole wide world besides her big brothers. The infant had insisted on the patchwork teddy bear wearing a seat belt too and she tried to encourage the soft toy to sing along. Her brother's sitting the front seats of the car could only smile at their chirpy baby sister.
Later, once twelve year old Sam was at school, Chrissie continued her singing. With her brother's shirt wound round her neck like a cape and a pair of her frilly cotton underpants clamped on her head, the child skipped around the motel room with Goober tucked under her arm.
" We's super duper duper heroes. Flying in da sky we's go WEEEEEEEEE!"
Seventeen year old Dean rolled his eyes as Chrissie clambered around and under the furniture, repeating the song over and over again. Soon he was cautioning her once she starting doing a trampoline act on the beds, to which she stuck her nose up at him and ignore his warnings.
"Ignore him Goober. He an old man and he can't jump on bed cos he fat too" Chrissie told the bear.
At dinnertime, Chrissie started singing again.
"Spaghetti goes wiggly wiggly worm. Wiggly wiggly worm."
Sam grimaced and glanced at his plate of spaghetti. All he could see were muddy, slimy earthworms.
Bath time was no different, this time a number about mermaids and sharks. Bubbles, foam and lukewarm water went all over the floor but a large majority had soaked Dean to the bone.
"You gonna need a bath now Deanie," said Chrissie with an innocent grin. "You's all wet."
Once the boys had finally managed to get their sister to sleep they could softly hear her murmuring a new song about a talking pillow.
"Go to sleep Chrissie!" begged her brothers in unison.