Kids singing in unison can be sweet. It can also be creepy. It depends on the time of day they’re singing. And the listeners’ frame of mind. And how in-key they are.
It’s not just singing, either. My girls can be very sweet in their general interactions, but they can also freak me out.
Two or three nights ago, my 6-year-old was being mildly rude to my 4-year-old as they got ready for bed, so I dropped some fatherly (though admittedly made up, as I’m an only child) wisdom:
Me: Treat her well. You’ll be sisters your whole lives.
Firstborn: I hope we die together. Like if someone shoots me with an arrow, it goes through me and hits her, too.
Second: Maybe she can be standing in line, and I’m right behind her, and the arrow would go through us and make a big hole.
Me: Uh … that’s … a nice … thought?