Everyone's a critic

This morning in the car on the way to daycare I was singing along to "Under the Bridge" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Lily: Um, excuse me.
Me: Yes?
Lily: Could you stop singing, please?
Me: Why?
Lily: I don't like it.
Me: You don't like this song or you don't like Mama's singing?
Lily: I don't like Mama's singing.

Whatever, I can rock that falsetto with the chorus at the end.