Pitchy

"Smile, buddy."

"Very nice.  Thank you very much."

Even though Rowan doesn't smile on command, he sings on command.  "Rowan, sing the ABCs."

Very pitchy, but with passion: "A, B, C, D," and so on, until: "Emeneno pee, two oh es, teeyou bee, dubba-noo-ets, why an zee."

"Niiiice."

Then:

"Tinto, tinto, nit-toe stahw.  You sin it, Daddy."

"Me?"

"Yeah.  You sin tinto tinto."

So I bust it out.  At least until Lyla begs us both to stop.