I have a tendency to burst into song. Doesn’t everyone? I was walking along with Daniel the other day, it was sunny and I was humming away to myself. He slipped his little hand in mine and tugged gently. “What is it sweetheart?” I asked. He replied, “Stop singing, you’re embarrassing me.”
Ignore the critics (but keep the day job).
Probably good advice on both counts.
Keep singing, hon. I can’t be the only one.
Will I let you out walking with young Daniel?