Ysabella has mixed feelings about our singing careers.
Most of the time she would request us to sing and at times she would tell us to shut it— “Don’t sing! Don’t sing!”
A few nights ago, I told Mitch we should sing a duet every night before bed. When we started bursting our lungs out, Ysabella pretended to dial her palm and placed it on her ears, “Hello police? Mommy and daddy are singing…”