Dear Brooklyn,
What do you want to be when you grow up?
This week, I think you want to be a singer.
Too bad, though, because with your father's genes and mine there is no way you will even be able to recognize a right note if it smacked you in the face.
That's okay. Because with your father's genes and mine you will probably sing at the top of your lungs all the time no matter how bad it sounds. (It's not easy to embarrass a Killian).
So, keep singing, little one. You might just be able to prove me wrong someday.
Sincerely, Lori
