Rissa's clear, perfectly pitched (to our ears) soprano drifts down the stairs. She is in the shower, as she is every night after her dance classes. For the grace that she exhibits as a dancer, this child, after 3 hours of sweating, smells like a dead goat. David and I are both working on our laptops on the sofa at the bottom of the stairs. Rissa belts out a rendition of Lean On Me from above us. David and I look at each other with parental pride.
In the next instant, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer joins the playlist. Rissa sings at the top of her lungs - putting a jazzy twist on the holiday classic.
"We made her..." I whisper, afraid that if she hears me, she'll stop singing.
"We did," David agrees.
How can an egg and sperm make something so remarkable, I think.
From Rudolph, she moves onto Chrisine Lavin's Doris and Edwin: the Movie, I Dreamed a Dream from Les Mis, Blues Traveller's Hook, It's a Hard Knock Life from Annie and then a reprise of Lean On Me to finish the set.
She's in the shower for 20 minutes.
"There's no way I'll have enough hot water for a bath."
"You might have to wait another 45 minutes for the tank to fill."
"I'm okay with that."