Oh, well....

While making smoothies and soft pretzels for breakfast this morning my ears were suddenly filled with the sounds of our comical 5 yo singing Christmas carols at the top of her lungs. I quietly stepped closer to the curtained pantry (her oft times secret stage) to fulfill my need for affirmation that at least one of our children is in possession of the Bean musical genes. The tune was clearly recognizable, but the words...... "Oooooh, welllll.....Oooooh, welllll....Ooooooh, wellll....Oh, well! God is the Kiiiiing of Iiiisrael!" After a swallowed snicker and a big smooch I gently explained to her that the words of the beautiful carol she was lyrically butchering were "Noel! Noel! BORN is the King..." to which she looked at me and shrugged as if to say, "Oh, well..."