For the past two years we’ve been one of those cars you drive past where Daddy is driving and singing and Mommy and baby are doing all sorts of strange moves and singing too. Used to feel like a bit of a nutter when people drove past and stared, especially those without kids who has no idea of what the in-car entertainment of a toddler entails.
Well, for the past two weeks, DH and I have been shushhed! As soon as the music fires up and we start singing our bits or mimicking animal sounds, we’re told to shut it. It’s a good thing if we think about it carefully because I’m pretty sure it’s not a joyful noise… but Lord Muck has decreed that he’s the only one allowed to sing along now and that is it. Every now and then we forget ourselves and sing along and the stinging rebuke that comes hurtling from the back seat is something else. No Mama! No Daddy! Shhhhhh (with finger on mouth!)
Ah well – it was good while it lasted and maybe one day we’ll be allowed to revive our short-lived careers. But until then, we’re unplugged!
The face of the little boy that shattered our dreams of making it big as a mom and pop singing sensation.