From Reader’s Digest, June 1992:
I grew up in a non-musical family; only one of our five siblings can even carry a tune.
So, I’ve restricted my singing to private places like the bathtub or the car. But one night, I softly sang a lullaby to my nine-month-old baby.
After the first verse, he sweetly looked into my eyes, removed the pacifier from his mouth and placed it in mine.