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As the kids and I were driving in the car, listening to Christmas music (yes, I've started to do that already), Bing Crosby's version of "White Christmas" came on the radio. I began singing along with Bing, dreaming myself of the white Christmas Eve we had last year.
My song was interrupted when Eamon said, in his serious little voice, "Mama, I'm feeling a little sick." I responded, "You are? What's wrong?" To which my son replied, "Your singing. It's making me feel sick."
. . . . . . . . Well! I know I don't have the voice of an angel, but I never thought my singing had the ability to make someone ill.
Just wait until I sing Elvis' "Blue Christmas!" Then he'll really have something to feel queezy about.
My song was interrupted when Eamon said, in his serious little voice, "Mama, I'm feeling a little sick." I responded, "You are? What's wrong?" To which my son replied, "Your singing. It's making me feel sick."
. . . . . . . . Well! I know I don't have the voice of an angel, but I never thought my singing had the ability to make someone ill.
Just wait until I sing Elvis' "Blue Christmas!" Then he'll really have something to feel queezy about.
That is hysterical!! Kids are shameless, and ruthless. :-)
Now you know the perfect was to torture him into compliance someday when he is an unruly teenager.
Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad - isn't your uncle Tony who goes crazy with that one?!?!?
that is hillarious!!!!
Maybe Eamon will be the next Simon Cowell????
That's what you get for having a son that's so smart. He tells it like it is that boy. With my melodious tones, I'm sure to get the same reaction.
Kids hold nothing back.
Gotta love the honesty, what an cool kid. :)
I hate it when kids are too honest. I feel your pain!
That sounds like something my kids would say to me, but I just ignore them and keep singing while they put their hands over their ears.