C and I gave the performance of our lives. In our garage. In the car.
We had just pulled onto our street when "Don't Stop Believin'" came on the radio. C took air drums while I took air guitar, and we both performed the vocals at the top of our lungs. When it was over, my 10YO acted as if he was too cool to be in a band with his mom, but I know he had fun.
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