A few days last week, Brian was in Vermont for work. On Friday, as he was making the long drive home, I said to Norah, “Aren’t you excited for Daddy to come home?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you going to tell him when he gets home?”

“Ta ra ra boom-de-ay.”

Huh. No idea where that came from. Jack’s Big Music Show, maybe? Too funny.

And today, she played us a little song, banging away on her piano in the kitchen, singing “Banana banana banana.”