I can’t clean the kitchen without music playing in the background. I have some kind of mental block that won’t allow me to unload the dishwasher unless Sting and the Police or Aerosmith are blaring.
Imagine that scene, at the end of a Kelly Clarkson song…
My son: “Mom, have you really sung on a stage?”
Me: “I have.”
Son: “In front of people?”
I don’t like where this is headed but I answer, “Yep.”
Son: “Did they clap?”