Poor Daddy

Tonight over dinner I treated Mommy and Daddy to some improvised operatic tunes. I sang as loud as I could, making up the sounds as I went along and gesturing dramatically with my arms. After a while, I told Mommy it was her turn, and being a good sport, she belted out a few lines of nonsense, complete with arm gestures.

Then it was Daddy's turn. "Daddy do it?" He sang a few lines, and I watched him with my brow a little furrowed. When he was done, I shook my head. "Daddy can't do it. Daddy a man."