Wait...

This morning, I asked all of the kids to get ready for church and please make
their beds. I guess Nate either didn't want to make his bed or was just trying to
agitate the sibling who shares his room. So Grace took matters into her own hands.

She tried a couple of times to take Nate by the hand to lead him to his bed, so he
could make it. When he didn't respond, she held out her hand and to the tune of
Santa Fe in Newsies (can you say obsessed?) sang, "Come with me, take my hand..."

To which Nate responded, "Grace, I'm not holding your hand."
Then pause and, "Wait, why are you singing?"