In order to alleviate the audio deprivation of the boys, Mom put on an Elvis Costello CD. The sound for that worked just fine. I’m not sure just how much Corwin appreciated it, but Charles was happy to sing along for a bit with it. In a very unfair manner, Mom thought that it was very cute of Charles to do that while if I sing along I get nasty looks. And frankly, Charles does not have a much better voice than I do. Heck, he can hardly get the words right!