So, this morning, while baby and I were having a dance party,

and I was singing The Jackson Five’s “I Want You Back” into the remote control,

you know, just like all moms and babies do on a rainy Wednesday morning,

baby grabbed my hand and pulled the “microphone” up to her face and opened her mouth.

O.M.G.

Future Broadway Star.

Now if I could only find infant jazz shoes, then we’d be in business.