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My parents and I were having lunch in a pretty nice restaurant. There was a child somewhere in the crowded room who insisted in singing the same three notes in his little high-pitched voice, LA! LA! LA!"
This went on for about ten minutes.
Then my dad busted out with his finest high-pitched falsetto imitation of the child, LA! LA! LA!" My mother was mortified. After a beat, I chimed in.
For the next few minutes, every time the kid sang, he was immediately imitated (loudly) by my dad then by me(even louder). My mom turned crimson, but the singing stopped.
My dad is the coolest guy in the world.
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