I took my daughter to the chiropractor to have her back adjusted (which happens quite frequently, since she is a dancer). My son came along. As is typical, he got bored. "Mama, can I go out there?" He pointed to a hall-like area that connected several offices in the complex.
"Sure," I said. I could easily see him through the glass windows. I figured he would run or jump or make funny faces, which is what he usually does. But no. Do you know what he did? He started singing, "Jolly Old Saint Nicolas" at the top of his lungs! And it was loud. The acoustics in that area were like a concert hall!
I went out to bring the little rock star in. "Bubba, I'm sure people are trying to work. You need to keep it down!"
He pointed to a lady who was standing at the door of the other office watching him. "Why is she staring at me?"
I tried not to laugh. "Probably because she thinks you're crazy for singing a Christmas song in the middle of May."
"But Mama, I'm a kid. And kids are supposed to sing Christmas songs in May!"