...you're singing your way to Nashville

Dave has been singing lately. Not in a choir, not with a guitar, and not even really out loud. More just under his breath. I caught him singing this the other morning:

     

     Doe a deer... (long pause)... I call myself...

     I burst out laughing and he looks at me, "What?" he says with a hurt look on his face.

     "Nothing, please, keep singing!"

     Ray, a pot of golden sun

     Tea, a letter in the alphabet...

    

I start giggling again and he stops abruptly, continuing to do his work in silence with an annoyed look on his face. If only I had kept my mouth shut I could have heard the rest of this excellent and improved rendition of Do Re Mi.

Don't mind my giggles darlin. You'll soon be a lyricist in Nashville if you keep this up.