Stop! Hey, What’s That Sound?
When did I stop singing in public?
I watched my grandson contentedly sing a song of his own creation: “Oh Shoe.”
He sang as he played, varying the rhythm, varying the tone.
He sang while he ate his cereal, a charming five word rendition of “Let it Go.”
Never stopped eating, but for one joyful moment when he threw his head back and nailed the high note, holding it far longer than any other.
Then he ate his…