It's funny that today, the day I thought about whether I'll continue singing around my kids and what they'll make of it - will they enjoy it, will it give them fond memories of me? - is the day I should, later on, stumble across this passage:
"Some of my earliest memories are of hearing my parents singing little melodies in the other room. There was always humming or whistling going on if my dad was nearby. I always got a good feeling from my dad's songs, and that feeling returns nowadays when we get together during holidays or other special occasions. For my entire life, my dad has been liable to break into song at any moment."
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