Sing. Sing a song.

Billy has also taken to singing, if you can call it that. He stomps around the apartment warbling

"La-La-LAAAAAA!", "La-La-LAAAAAA!"

over and over and over until I'm ready to grab the duct tape. I guess this is an improvement over Christmas where he pretended he was a performing cat and meowed a medly of show tunes non-stop for about two weeks.

I keep suggesting he join a choir but he refuses to do it because he doesn't like "guided singing".