I sing to my son all the time.
My son sings to me all the time.
We sing together all the time.
Today I was cleaning up the kitchen and washing the dishes. The only way I have found to have some enjoyment in doing this most hated chore is to rock out to my music. Usually Gavin is in playing with his train or reading or doing one of the many things that distracts him. Anyway, I was rocking out with my headphones on and singing to the music when I hear..."Mommy....Mommy?" I turn and bend down to his level. A little hand is placed on my cheek and with all the seriousness he could muster "Mommy dont do that."
I no longer can sing in my kitchen while I do dishes without my little boy running in the room yelling, "mommy dont sing!"
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