“I want you to sing,” Chooch said urgently.
Being the monkey that I am, I threw out some “lalala”s and hoped that would pacify him enough to let me resume child negligence.
“No!” he argued. “I want you to sing while standing on a chair! And a piece of wood!”
I let this sink in for a few seconds before asking him if he meant a stage.
“Yes! I want you to sing on a stage.”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. Not ever,” I mumbled.
“Yes it is going to happen!” he fought, voice elevating an octave. A childish volley of ‘No I’m not‘s and ‘Yes you are‘s happened next.
“Why do you want me to sing on a stage?” I asked, always having suspicions when it comes to my kid.
“So I can yell BOOOOO!” he sneered.
What a fucking bully.