A description of an unlikely musical mash-up, in 100 or fewer words:
We're driving, and as customary, Brooke is singing. At some point this summer, Reese learned a few lyrics from We Will Rock You, and Brooke, a quick student, added them to her own repertoire, creating this morning's back-seat, patchwork serenade:
"Got mud on your face... saying grace... we will, we will wock you... Jesus had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb... we will, we will wock you."
Oh, Brooke, my little lamb, you wock.