Yet another critic of my singing

Falkirk Herald editor Colin Hume
Falkirk Herald editor Colin Hume

It has taken the best part of seven years but my son’s belief that his dad could do no wrong has finally ended.

I still get a welcoming hug as soon as I walk in the door. I am still expected to be able to fix any toy he breaks. But singing in the car is now most definitely frowned upon.

I can’t say I’m surprised – and it least it shows he has some taste when it comes to music – but I have to admit my heart sank when my accompaniment to a song playing on the radio was met with: ‘‘Dad, you CAN’T sing. Please stop singing.’’

It’s not the first time I’ve been told this. Since been singled out as the one out-of-tune member of our class in primary six, I’ve tended to mime when some sort of public singing is required.

And whenever I’ve burst into song – my wedding springs to mind – such has been the laughter at my expense that I’ve promptly shut my mouth again.

But ever since he was a tiny baby, Calum seemed to appreciate my slightly odd ditties and I’ve even sung him to sleep on occasion.

Alas, no longer.

Let’s just hope my status as a ‘‘hero’’ when he comes to mending things lasts a bit longer.