The kids and I were in the car this afternoon. I was taking Peter for an "Oops! School starts tomorrow and my kid's hair is poking up in all sorts of crazy directions and I don't want the teacher to think he's a dunce" haircut.
I was in a good mood and I started singing. The radio was off and it was just me and my voice. And as I was singing I was thinking how good I sounded.
And then I hear a soft little voice from the backseat timidly say, "Mommy, can you stop doing that?"
"Doing what, Peter?" I asked.
"That singing. Can you stop doing that? It doesn't sound very good."
Is it any wonder that I'm excited that school starts tomorrow?