I was very proud when both daughters said that they were going to sing at the school Eistedfod, but they were cagey about their entries, saying it was a secret. I managed to manipulate the littlest one to tell me that she was singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and eventually the older one let slip that she was singing a James Blunt song.
Now, I love James Blunt (or Jam Blunt as he comes up listed on our car stereo) and I drive along with everyone singing it - all in different octaves. To a mother's ear, any singing is lovely, but I did wonder how an audience at the Eistedfod would appreciate a five year old standing on stage and singing about how someone "would go down on me..."
For a few moments, I debated whether I should just keep quiet...
Lorraine Jenkin is an author, journalist and blogger.
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