Everyone’s a Critic

I thought it would take a few years before I started to embarrass my children.

While I was driving in the car with the girls today, I had one of their favorite CDs playing.  And like usual, I was occasionally joining in on the chorus or a particularly infectious line.  “…If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands…”  I don’t have a good singing voice, but I thought it would take the girls a while before they came to that realization.  I thought that at least THEY, of all people, could put up with my enthusiastic, if tone deaf, crooning.

This afternoon, after I had added my vocals to a bouncy rendition of “Itsy Bitsy Spider” or something of the sort, I heard a little voice pipe up from the back seat:

“No Mommy sing.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant, so I continued singing.  Then that voice came again:

“No Mommy sing.”

Well, even though I may be tone deaf, I’m not deaf deaf, so I took the hint and kept my mouth shut.  But the song was so irresistible that I couldn’t help but keep the beat with my free hand while driving. 

Then the voice again:

“No Mommy clap.”   

Next thing I know, they’re going to be critiquing my dance moves!