The noise police.
That’s my two-year-old’s job.
His oldest sister hops in the minivan at the end of the school day and pulls out her recorder for some practice time.
He hears one note, just one note, and he slips his finger up to his lips and says, “Shhhh. Pease stop it.” Then he tosses a look her way that commands attention even if he is 8 years younger than she is.
Someone dares to sing along with the radio in the car?
Oh no! Noise violation. Cited by the noise police.
This toddler will immediately tell you to “Pease stop it. PEASE stop it.” And he’ll repeat that message louder and louder until all such violators refrain from singing.
It doesn’t matter if you’re off-key or if you’re a Broadway superstar, if you’re singing, he’s going to ask you to stop.
He shouts for car alarms to “Pease stop…
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