When I grow up...

We were driving in the car today. Just me and the girls, and Ashley was singing her little heart out. At one point, she does that "ahhhhhhhhh" really high pitched, kinda like Ariel from The Little Mermaid when she's warming up. But Ashley's was MUCH squeakier, or maybe just more high pitched.I don't know really how to explain it, except that it was piercing to my ears coming from directly behind my seat while driving. I said "Ashley, PLEASE don't do that in the car, and ESPECIALLY while I'm driving!" She said, I can't help it mom, when I grow up I want to be Oprah, (and she pronounced it just like the couch queen's name). The conversation continued..

You know, those ladies that sing. Oprahs.
You mean, opera Ashley. (and I sounded it out for her)
Ya. Oprah's.
They're called Op-Er-A singers Ashley.
Ok, Oppp-errr-a.
You tell Mrs. Holt at school that is what you want to be. (the music teacher)
Ok mom. I'll tell her when I grow up, I want to be Oprah.
You do that bug!!

It was quite amusing, and I only wished someone was in the car to appreciate the humor with me. I can only hope that my daughter grows up to be as successful as Oprah, but if not, we'll settle for an opera singer! Either way, she's destined to go far!