No Sing Momma!

"No sing Momma!" This phrase must come out of my child's mouth about a dozen times a day. Here's the thing.
  1. I am probably the world's worst singer. Not only am I completely tone deaf but I also often sing the wrong words to most songs (am I the only one who thought that Billie Jean was not Michael Jackson's mother?) Think Cameron Diaz in My Best Friends Wedding, and I am about 10 times worse. Yeah, that bad.
  2. I love to sing. I sing all the time. Listening to my ipod, at home, in the car, at the park. Of course this is mostly done when no one is around because a) that would scare all the small children off and b) I really am that bad.
My only fan? Well up until about 2 months ago it was my Little Man. My how the mighty have fallen. See now every time I even attempt to sing I get shut down. Immediately. No sooner does the first note leave my lips and my little man is all over me yelling, "No sing Momma." Um, I hate to tell you my friend, you used to love it when your mommy sang to you. Especially at 2 am (and 3, and 4, and 5.)

Geesh, I guess everyone is a critic. I wonder if Madonna had to put up with this.