I stepped off the sidewalk to cross the parking lot. Grabbing my daughter’s hand, I started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” she giggled as she is never far from laughter herself.

I shook my head, laughing in pure delight as we moved toward the next sidewalk.

“I was singing… in my funny voice.”

She just walked with me – well, walking is not really what the kid does. She bounced along beside me ready to run if the chance permitted.

“So…”

“I’d rather be a hammer than a nail... then I sang, in my funny voice, yes I would…”

She giggled with me as we laughed…

“And just when I sang the funny ‘yes I would’ a guy walked by. I am sure he thought I was crazy… but having fun.”

“You aren’t crazy!” she said emphatically as we hit the sidewalk, dropped my hand, and started dancing toward the intersection…

No, in my family I am not crazy. Singing and dancing wherever and whenever is completely normal!