This blog post is dedicated to my blogfriend, Jade. She's gonna have a rough few days ahead of her and she'll need some levity.
Friends of ours ... no, wait. Our friends' kids ... darn, that's not right either. Our ... their ... they have ... hold on.
Our friends Vince and Shell have a son. He is little Vince (at least to us he is). L'il Vince and his wife, Katrina, have a little boy, Austin.
That's the ground work I was trying to establish.
L'il Vince and Katrina mailed a HUGE package to the Dinks which arrived Monday.
We opened it last night. It was Dinks' Christmas gift. This is what she got.
Not what I expected.
Now, here's me thinking, "Lovely. An electronic dust collector that will have batteries eventually leaking in it from lack of use."
Dinks walked over, sat on the stool, adjusted the mic so it was at the proper height for her face, and started mimicking playing the piano. Not pounding the keyboard like some kids do. She actually moved each hand moving up and down the keyboard (the left only so much and the right moved a lot), and had her fingers searching and pressing the different keys.
And singing! She was singing into the mic! It was like we had a young Elton John in the room.
We just might have a budding musician in the works. It wouldn't shock me. She loves music and is fascinated with the piano (my parents have one and she always wants to play it).
Downside: it takes 4 "C" batteries and we have 0 "C" batteries.
Geo is at Sam's Club as I type buying her a pallets worth.
No, I didn't have time to take pics. We'll do that tonight.
Look for them tomorrow.