Emmy had just finished singing a song when James walked to the car. He pressed the lock and opened the door to put her down.
"I finished a song. Now you don't have to memorize me. It's time to sing a song for me."
Emmy said coquettishly to James, who was getting in the car and ready to drive.
"My singing is not good."
James started the car with a smile.
"If it doesn't sound good, it doesn't sound good. I didn't ask you to sing to anyone else anyway. It's just the two of us in the car. I promise I won't laugh at you."
Emmy suggested with a smile.
"Really?" James tilted his face and looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"Am I still lying?"
Emmy glanced at him.
"Will you rap or not?"
"Sing and sing,"
James quickly smiled and agreed:
"If my wife wants to hear it, can I not sing it?"
Emmy smiled smugly and added,
"No, no children's songs."
"Honey, are you asking too much?"
