Over lunch this afternoon, The Boy said, "Mom, I'm just looking out for you 'cause you said you were thinking of joining a singing group. I'm not saying you're a bad singer, it's just that other people will hear you.
"There's this woman who gets on the subway every morning at Dundas West and gets off at High Park. She's got her head phone on and listening to her music and singing along with her songs. She sounds awful. She sounds like a dying animal and everyone in the subway car stares at her and makes faces. But she just stares out at the door, oblivious to everyone around her.
"This morning, I was wakened by a similar screeching noise and I thought oh no, how did that woman from the subway get into my house? Then I realized it was you singing in your bedroom."
The Boy ran upstairs and came back down with his cell phone. He said, "Listen to this mom. I took the liberty of recording you so you could hear yourself."
He played the recording. It was definitely me making sounds off key, off pitch, mumbling, screeching, whimpering, and sounding like a dying animal.
He said, "I'm not saying you shouldn't sing, especially when you're alone in the house. It's just that you may want to consider not singing when there are other people around."
It was too funny.
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That was hilarious. That Boy, he's got your back.
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