I was eating at the kitchen table. The family dog, Echo, was hovering around, hoping that some food might come her way, accidentally or intentionally. Amy walks into the kitchen and immediately goes to Echo and starts singing and half-dancing, pointing at the dog.
Amy (singing): Echooooo! Won't you be my bride! Let's get married! Oh, EchoooOOOooo, be my briiiiiiiide!
Me: *staring in confusion*
Amy (looks at me): What? I'm just pretending to be in a musical!
She continues singing about eloping with our dog. Pretending to be in a musical is one thing, but making that musical about marrying a dog is beyond ridiculous.
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