The Sound of My Brain Rotting

I have taken to singing. Not the kind of singing that one normally does at home along to their favorite radio tune, but the kind of singing that is loud and unapologetic. I sing children's songs. I sing them proudly. This may surprise some of you; you may think of me as more serious than those of you who know the other Kelly, the Kelly that was raised by Jill. My mother has been and always will be the queen and reigning master of the silly and the senseless. Growing up we learned almost every ridiculous nursery rhyme, lullaby and children's song you could imagine, we had pots and pans parades and we played the spoons. Suddenly, those songs have reemerged, and I sing them. I sing them to Carson in the bath, changing him and rocking him and sometimes for no reason at all. My only problem is that for the most part I don't remember the ENTIRE song, which isn't that much of a problem as I've been able to make the missing words up. Still, verses are slowly coming back. Andy was mildly amused the first time he heard these songs and is slowly realizing that a new Kelly is emerging. The other day he looked at me while I was in mid song and said "Does it hurt?" "What?" I asked. "Brain Rot, does it hurt? I never knew it actually had a sound." He'll regret that one day, when I am Carson's favorite parent and Andy is left with out a song or a rhyme to show for it.