Evan still sings.
Yesterday outside our front window we saw a paramedic car slow down and stop in front of our house and people get out. We went outside to see what was up and saw that a police car was already there with the cop outside. Soon a firetruck also arrived. After 6 emergency personnel entered our small front room we found out that somebody had called 911 because they heard a loud moaning noise from an upstairs bedroom that sounded like an old person who was in desperate need of medical help.
The emergency people were afraid someone was hurt, but we assured them everybody was fine and even brought Evan down to show them he was fine. They were still kind of worried that we had some sort of Jane Eyre wife-in-the-attic or Cinderella locked-in-the-tower situation, but were willing to trust us and left.
Oh the dangers of singing along to Newsies, especially in a monastic-chanting way.
-BW
