wingman has a beautiful voice. he sings a LOT. he makes up songs, hums, the works.
he does not want to join a choir or study voice. he does not want to sing in front of others.
shit, there goes my retirement plan.
anyhow, lately he has been repeating what people say in song.
"wingman put on your shoes, it's time to go"
"put on your shoes, your shoes it's time to go...."
"wingman, leave. me. alone!"
"leave me alllllooooone! allllooooonnnee!!!"
this morning i was stirring cream into coffee while the duke was regaling me with his knowledge of vitamin k.
"so, if there wasn't vitamin k we'd all bleed to death"
"bleeding to death...it really hurts!"