I was cleaning the kitchen one afternoon, singing as I worked, (as opposed to whistling while I work, since I'm not a dwarf, though my brothers would argue that point.) when my little sister Grace came in. Grace looked at me and said "Amber, sing in Germany."
"Sing in Germany? But, I'm not in Germany." Was my puzzled reply.
Putting her hand on her hip she gave me that exasperated sigh that little girls are so well known for. "No, sing in Germany."
"Buy me a ticket and I'd be happy to go sing in Germany."
"Grace, I don't get it. I don't even speak German."
By this time my then eight-year-old sister was getting frustrated with me. "No, Amber. Sing like you do with Melody, when you sing different. Sing in Germany."
My brain searched every plausible possibility of what she was trying to say, then it finally dawned on me. Harmony. She wanted me to sing harmony.
"Oh! You want me to sing the harmony part?"
"That's harmony, not Germany, Grace. Germany is a country where Hitler was."
The homeschool teacher part of me came out as I tried to teach her history, geography and vocabulary all at once, to which she replied, "Ya, whatever. Close enough."