I have occasionally been known to burst loudly into song in the privacy of my own home. This may or may not annoy the crap out of my kid.
Okay, it does.
This morning as we were getting ready I was on an Elvis kick.
"We can't go on together! With suspicious miii-hi-hiinds... [insert irritating falsetto here] Suspicious minds!"
Fin puts her hand on her hip and demands,
"Mom, why on Earf would we go somewhere wif suspicious mice??"
Not quite what The King intended.