Little singer

Bedtime was a little rough this evening, but eventually Hannah went down fine after a second try at story and song time and some extra hugs. Just a few minutes after we closed the door, she started singing to herself. Hannah was singing herself to sleep with "Frosty the snowman (with the correct interval eeked out, mind you) was a great big happy soul." I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I did a bit of each.