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A favorite story on my longsuffering Terry:
He can’t sing. He has a great ear for enjoying music other people make, but he just can’t carry a tune, and his voice is not musical. At all.
When our oldest son was only three, we were in the car going to somewhere. I don’t remember where. As I often did, I started to sing something. Mike joined in, already exhibiting the true pitch and really quite outstanding voice he would develop in his late teens. He also was able to carry the melody when I dropped to the alto part. Great fun.
Then Terry started singing, and everything changed. After a few minutes, Mike piped up from the back seat: “Don’t sing, Daddy. Don’t sing.”
None of us were singing for a few minutes while I tried unsuccessfully to stifle my laughter. Poor Terry.