Today (as most every day) I had praise music going as I worked on the computer. I was singing softly as I worked until I spotted Connor walking up to me. I turned and met him as he came and started bellowing the lyrics, fully expecting hugs and giggles. Instead I get a serious faced Connor - obviously coming over for a purpose. "What?" I ask. "Mommy, don't do that." he states matter of fact and then continues in the same solemn tone, "You are not a singer."
You can always count on them for the truth...even when it hurts. Guess I won't bother auditioning for American Idol. Thanks, Simon...I mean Connor.
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