Don't sing mama.

It seems like it was just yesterday when I could hold my 2-year-old and sing to her. But now those moments are simply a distant memory, because Linna is clearly way too cool for Mama Saigh. Isn't this supposed to happen when they're like 10?! I refuse to acknowledge that it might actually be the fact that my voice is so awful, it makes her ears bleed. Celine, Mariah, and Beyonce... you can relax now, as I'm regrettably retiring the idea of my future career as a professional singer.

At least my husband enjoys my singing.

Oh wait...