My Toughest Critic

My car stereo died on me last week; therefore, I have been commuting with no music. This evening when I parked my car at Dao’s daycare, I put on my headphone and listened to Thanh Thao’s remix album for ten minutes before picking him up. Once we were in the car and driving home, one of the songs stuck in my head so I sang out loud: “Thà là bỏ đi hết ta làm lại từ đầu / Thà là bỏ đi hết ta chẳng nợ gì nhau.” Dao immediately told me, “Daddy, don’t sing.” I asked him why and he replied, “I am allergic to your song.” I flipped out hysterically. That has to be one of the most hilariously sad criticisms I have ever heard.