They say that a child enjoys the singing of their parent. “It doesn’t matter if you can sing,” I’ve heard, “what matters is that your child just wants to hear your voice.”
Apparently Kasia did not get this memo. I don’t know why or for what reason, but as of late, I am no longer aloud to sing. Not at all. If a song enters my head, and I start to sing it while she’s around, she immediately shouts, “NO SING DADDY!” Or, sometimes she’ll vary it up and shout “NO DADDY SING!” She’s still working on which one she wants to use full time.
I never thought this would bother me, but now that I’m not allowed to sing, I find myself doing it all the time. In the car. In the kitchen. Everywhere. I feel like Kevin Bacon in Footloose and Kasia is the uptight minister who forbids dancing and rock n’ roll music. Well, I’ve got news for her. I’m going to sing! And maybe like Kevin Bacon, I’ll do some weird dance routine in an abandoned warehouse.
2 comments:
Could u post the video of u dancing in the warehouse? That would be great!
I have to agree with Kasia. I've heard you sing. It's not pretty. If only I had thought of a simple saying to shut you up.
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