My ex, Kristine, sings when she's happy... She sings badly, but it was an endearing thing nonetheless. Amethyst does it too, and it's far more adorable.
When my nephew, WIlliam, was an infant, he would sleep with his arms above his head... just like his father, Ross, He didn't have time to learn it from Ross. He just did it. It had to be genetics
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