Name that tune,,,what tune?

First off I have to admit to you all that I have a hidden talent-I sing Opera. Now this is not your everyday Les Miserables, it is very zealous and um....high pitched. Only those few who have had the pleasure of living with me (A.K.A family) have heard this voice. That is until I gave birth to the beautiful girl below, who was blessed with the same gene-and she isn't afraid to use it.

Location: Wal-Mart
Occupancy: Crowded
Sariah's mood: ZEALOUS......NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am pushing this child in the cart and we are in the toy section. She is in a very good mood. Not normal. She is very humorous to herself and starts laughing a lot. Not Normal. Next imagine if you will the theme of JAWS....da da da da (um I don't know how to spell it out so you really do have to imagine). It is time for us to go so we start to go toward the front to check out. This is when it starts...gradually it begins to get LOUDER, LAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! I look at Sariah along with the busy Christmas shoppers and I just smile at her like, "Okay Sariah that's enough," (When really in my head I was saying, "What are you doing???? Don't reveal our beautiful ZEALOUS talent to the outside world!!). Sariah sees she got a smile out of me. Not Normal. So she continues. Here next song, a lady got a front row seat with backstage passes, if you know what I mean. We are trying to get to the front and the lady tries to get out of an aisle just as we pass it-Enter: Sariah. She opens her arms like she is swirling with Julie Andrews on the hills that are alive with the sound of music, and lets it go with every drop of ZEALOUS she has in her-LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The lady looks at me like Scrooge and I just give her the "Do-you-think-I-wanted-her-to-do-that" look + a smile and keep going. Are you all bored? Sorry it is 4:45 in the am and I have been up since 3:15-can't sleep. Anyways, so if this isn't bad enough she states to me that she needs to use the restroom (Not like that of course, more like "MOM I HAVE TO GO PEE!!). So I take her. You know how Wal-Mart bathrooms you have to just go in and the follow the "S" shaped curve? Enter: Sariah. We are turning the curve and out of nowhere she belts out again in a much higher pitch (What? the gene even carried on to her that the Opera sounds better in the bathroom due to acoustics??!! I do believe the Genetical world is getting more advanced-don't you?) LALALAAAAAAAAAA!!! Right as we turn there is another lady standing right in front of the paper towels. She jumps a mile and a half. I shyly say, "Um sorry this is just how we announce ourselves." We enter stall #3 and I am laughing so hard that I can barely put the seat cover on the toilet for her. She gets on and looks at me like she's almost saying, "Thanks for the genes mom!" and then asks me to leave cause she needs to poop.