I'll admit right here, right now. I sing in the car. For the right song, the radio gets turned up and I could almost swear that I sound JUST as good as Jason Mraz. Chris has seen this side of me, but only a handful of times for AMAZING songs. I usually reserve this for times when I'm completely alone in the car.
Then, I had a baby. They say that you should talk to your baby right from the start - tell them what you're doing as you put laundry away or make dinner. I think it has something to do with their development. At any rate, within a month of having Carter, I found myself talking away. The talking turned to singing. The poor thing. He was too little to talk back or ask me to stop. He just had to put up with it. Now, here we are almost 3 years later.
Me: singing some song in the car
Carter: (from the back seat) Mommy! Don't sing, just listen.
You'd think I would be offended, but he is too stinkin' cute. It takes a whole lot of adorable to get someone to smile when you tell them to stop singing.