"She wears short skirts, I wear sneakers, she's cheer captain, and I wanna be her."
I turn around and offer to teach the First Grader how the lyrics really go. She nods yes, I begin to sing "She wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts, she's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers".
Silence. A brief spark in her eye then she says "hmmmm...that's nice mommy but I'm gonna sing it my way".
Stunned. Stinging. Recognition.
"That's good, baby. Always sing it your way, okay?"
I turn back around to hide the tears welling up as she resumes belting it out.