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When my kids were small, my threat to break out in song was a punishment only meted out for the most serious of infractions. The rest of the time I just did it for malicious delight. When I sang to the radio in the car, my daughter, ever the dramatic, would throw herself sideways in her carseat until her little body looked broken, arms limp and yet still struggling weakly in a vain attempt to pull herself to freedom. "Stop with the singing, Mommy! Stop with the singing!"
Begging gets you nowhere. I would turn the volume down on Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody so I could give it all I had virtually a cappella, "I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Will you do the Fandango?! Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me! Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Figaro - magnifico-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!"
Tell me to stop singing. I can make it hurt.