Over the weekend, I had my son to myself, as the DH was working. We spent part of the day in the kitchen, baking and getting dinner ready. While it was cooking, I picked up my almost-two-year-old son and danced around the kitchen with him, singing along to a CD of INXS's "Never Tear Us Apart." (Love that song!)
"No song!" declared my cherubic little boy.
"Why not?" I asked. "I like to sing to you."
"No song!" he insisted.
"What's the matter? Mommy's singing isn't that bad, is it?"
At this point, my adorable little boy looks me in the eye, gives me a solemn nod, and says, "Yes."
Ouch. Well, that's probably why I entered into a writing career instead of a singing one. *grin*