I like to sing. I do it a lot. I didn't, however, say I did it well. At all.
Sena loves to sing. Sometimes when we drive in the car I will try to sing along with her.
"No, Mommy! Stop singing!"
"Why, honey? Don't you like it?"
Or she'll say something like, "What's THAT noise?"
Like, the sound I just made couldn't possibly come from a human being. At least one that is not getting their toes smashed with a lead pipe.
It might also be that when I sing, I get really into it. REALLY into it.
Like this guy.
It's not just lip syncing lessons here, kids. It's also a valuable tool to scare the ever loving Christ out of people. Which can come in handy during rush hour traffic.
If other drivers see you doing this, the highway line of cars will part like the Red Sea did for Moses.