@sns ,
Your nephew memories reminded me of a local couple who, (going back some decades now) fancied their 8-9 year old son a mini Neil Diamond impersonator. They’d take him to the mall, local fairs and events and, dressed in a small sparkly jumpsuit, he would scream/screech Neil Diamond songs, while mimicking his signature gestures. All the while the kid was caterwauling, his parents were beaming like he was the greatest thing since Elvis, oblivious to how painfully bad the kid was. To this day, I can’t hear a Neil Diamond song without thinking about that kid. I bet the poor guy is still in therapy.

