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?”