"I Peter Criss, Mama!"
"I play pyano!"
No words here: just a sweet face with poor lighting.
Right now, she's wearing some red flowered tights, her sneakers, and nothing else, performing a play/tapdance routine for her imaginary audience. I would film and post this, but I'm pretty sure the talent agents would never stop hounding us, and we really have a lot of important stuff we need to do instead.