Lesson in Lessons

If I had to sum up my youngest daughter, I think I’d point out that she fought viciously against practicing piano when she was in lessons, but now that she’s not in lessons she’s spending easily five times the amount of time and effort at the piano voluntarily teaching herself songs by ear (yes, really) and making up silly jingles about poop.

That’s my girl.

Like looking in a mirror.


Not Amused

Yesterday at her ballet recital, I threatened to stand on my seat and cheer to embarrass MOG. She said, “Number 1, you’re heavy and will break the chair. Number 2, they would be looking at you, not me.”


I love my little smart-ass.