Today I was lying in bed, trying to get Henry to go down for his nap. Annabelle came sauntering into the bedroom and glanced down at her little bed. She stopped in her tracks, wrinkled her nose, and made a horrified face. She picked up the pair of Daddy’s underwear with two tiny fingers. (I had inadvertently dropped them on her bed when I was gathering laundry.)
“Who left their nasty underwear on my bed?” She demanded, her eyes wide with disgust. I tried to speak through my laughter, “I’m sorry, I accidentally dropped them there.”
She chucked it across the room and climbed on the bed. She smiled at Henry and said “What a cutie pie!” in a little baby voice, and then she dropped to her knees, spread her hands, and I’m not lying, she broke into an Elvis impersonation.
My three year old daughter doing Elvis! If you had told me I would ever see this with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it!
Her voice deepened and she even did an Elvis accent, “Since my baby left! I found a new place to dwell! Down at the end of Lonely Street, oh heartbreak hotel, oh baby, oh I’m so lonely Baby, Oh I’m so lonely I’m so lonely I could die.”
She took liberties with the exact lyrics, but her impersonation was nothing less than brilliant. She even added in the swiveling hips.
See, why go to Vegas to see impersonators when Vegas comes to me in the form of a toddler who has learned to do Elvis?