I used to have a lovely voice. I thought so, at least.
On Facebook, many friends I meet again from my high school and college days ask if I'm still singing.
Well, yes.
"What's gonna work? TEAMWORK!" (I loves me some Wonder Pets).
And let's not forget the Mail Song from Blue's Clues.
But here's the kicker. Son doesn't appreciate my musical stylings. He actually shushes me when I sing along. I'm crushed.
I thought myself brilliant once. But I'd take the role of mama over broadway star any day.
My son does that too. I'm not sure that it's necessarily that he doesn't like it, it's just an element of control!
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