"Sing it with me, mom!" little kid shouted.
"No. I can't."
"I don't want to."
"What?! You're part of the Singing Sisters. You can't not want to."
(This is the first time I've heard our band name, or even knew we were in one. It's not what I would have picked, but okay.)
I ignored him then, because I didn't want a bunch of noise in the first place and was trying to make it stop.
"Mom," his voice was pleading. "Think of our brand."
"I can't. Your brother has forbidden any outward expression of my joy."
"Well, that's too bad. It's not about him. It's about us, our band, our fame."
I remained quiet.
"On my college application, when they ask about my accomplishments, I'm gonna tell them how I formed the band the 'Singing Sisters' with my mom. And how they've probably never heard of us, but we're huge on Snapchat."
"Oh, honey. Then you're never moving out."
"I know, mom. Don't worry. Singing Sisters forever."
Guys, I'm a little worried.
(Also, we're not huge on Snapchat. We have approximately 8 followers, 2 who watch consistently. And we don't sing. You can follow us @AshleyFrankly but I don't know why you'd want to.)
I follow you on Snapchat!! :-)
If I can figure Snapchat out I'm totally going to follow. SINGING SISTERS 4EVER!
My son (11yo) has already nixed the idea of joining the military, because they have to move away from their moms. I guess that means he'll be here forever. More concerning though, is the fact that my daughter (12yo) is planning on building 2 houses right next to us...one for her and one for her cats. Fortunately, the 13yo has made it abundantly clear she's getting the heck outta here the minute she graduates high school. She's my favorite.
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