don’t stop singing

The kids and I were all doing some grocery shopping recently.

Everyone was walking beside the cart, chatting amicably  and helping me gather our necessary purchases.

Hawkeye, however, seemed to have a higher level of energy than the rest of us.

Somehow he kept appearing on either side of the cart and he seemed to be continually emitting a higher volume of steady sound than anyone or anything around us.

They weren’t unhappy noises, but the volume level was increasing and my tolerance level was decreasing.

“Hawkeye,” I touched his shoulder.  “Can you please, um, stop making all those sounds?”

He froze, turned his whole body toward me.

“What?  You want me to stop singing my theme song?”