So Christopher tells me this morning on the way out to work, "Karaoke at ten o'clock tonight. Timothy's singing."
Among work, team practice, and school, Timothy hadn't sung in public since early February. I'd gone that night only because I wasn't sleeping well that week anway.
I zip past my oldest on the way to the ladder leading to my attic office and call back, "I hope you guys have fun."
He looks surprised. "Aren't you coming?"
I shook my head. "The week's too tight. I can't."
Well, karaoke's now been pushed back to eight-thirty, so I'd better sign off. If Timothy's voice still rocks, I'll post a clip tomorrow.
Among work, team practice, and school, Timothy hadn't sung in public since early February. I'd gone that night only because I wasn't sleeping well that week anway.
I zip past my oldest on the way to the ladder leading to my attic office and call back, "I hope you guys have fun."
He looks surprised. "Aren't you coming?"
I shook my head. "The week's too tight. I can't."
Well, karaoke's now been pushed back to eight-thirty, so I'd better sign off. If Timothy's voice still rocks, I'll post a clip tomorrow.
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