My nieces and nephews don't like it when I sing. You may say, Heather that's not true of course they love to hear you sing, but I have many examples that proof that they don't. This past spring I would take each of the Hatley children out on "dates." It was their special time and we could do whatever. When I would take Jess out on her dates we would be driving and I would turn on the radio and start singing along. I glanced in my review mirror to see how she was doing and she had her fingers plugging her ears! I would stop singing and the fingers would come out and then I would start up again and she would continue to plug her ears. I kid you not this actually happened! At the same time I was working for Michelle and as I would run errands for her I would bring along Kaden. The radio was usually tuned to some gansta music and there is this one song that was played a lot. The chorus of the song says...Shorty got low, low, low, low. Whenever this song came on I would sing along and Kaden is apparently a lot more forward than Jess because he would yell... No Shorty, no, no, no! Translation of that is "stop singing yoyo." The third example of my inability to sing is just the other day when I was playing with my nephew Calvin. I wanted a picture of him smiling and so Becca recommended that I sing the ABC song to him, and then he'll smile for sure and you can take the pic. I have my phone centered on him ready to take the pic and I am singing away and the very second I see some movement around him mouth I snap the pic. As I looked closer at the pic I had taken I realized he wasn't smiling at all and when I looked up at the real Calvin he had large amounts of spit up coming out. I happened to actually catch him as the first bits of spit up were coming out. So to sum up the evidence of my claim I will remind you that the most honest and lovable people in my life have plugged their ears, shouted at me to stop singings, and then literally vomited when they heard me try and serenade them. I rest my case.
