When I got to the end, there was nothing but silence. A couple of seconds later, Cody said (in a very matter of fact way), "Well, mom, it was really good until you got to the end. "
"Oh," I said. "What was wrong with the end?"
"Well, it was that note...the high one."
"Uh. huh. I see. And what was wrong with it?"
"Your pitch, mom. It didn't sound very good."
"Yes, well. Let me try it again and see if I can do it better this time."
"Okay, mom. I think that would be a good idea."
I sang the end again and this time, I sat up straight and tried to use more support at 10 p.m. while driving the minivan in a blinding rainstorm so I might impress my son.
"Oh yes, mom. Sooooo much better."
I think I just found myself a good vocal coach. Do you think it matters that he's only six?