PSA: "You can't sing here! This is not a concert hall!"

My girl, pleadingly, as a song she loves to sing comes on (but she can’t sing along because we’re at the chamber of commerce): “Oh, Alicia!”

Me: “Do you need me to skip this one?”

My girl: “No, it’s okay. If you hear me singing it, slap me on the hand like this." [Demonstrates how to slap her hand; ten seconds later, she starts singing absent-mindedly.]

Me: “I’m not going to slap you!”

My girl, dismayed but laughing: “I can’t HELP it!”