Singing in adversity

I was vacuuming this morning and when I got near "Pretty Bird", he burst into song. Even when I get really near with the hose (lots of feathers, he must be moulting or something)

Now, if it was me, I think that I would instead hide in a corner, but he likes the vacuum and he always sings along when he hears it. It makes me consider my thought patterns and wonder if I sing when trials come my way. Do I want to praise the Lord and get "out of myself"?