When Daddy got home, he and Madison sat down and wrote a letter. We haven't written a letter in quite some time, at least not a handwritten one. But this was to someone very important: Santa!
There wasn't much of a surprise as to the list she created: there were a few extras we didn't see coming, but no doubt Santa isn't surprised, or even challenged for that matter.
Next week, the plan is to go and see Santa and personally hand him the letter - we'll do that probably on Monday after school.
We had a nice dinner tonight, and of course there was piano practice this afternoon after school - Daddy and Madison are getting better and better with our practice sessions. It's getting tougher though - practice has been a little more challenging lately. But we "never give up" here, and so we're somewhat caught up, although it sometimes seems we're just keeping our heads above water. But Madison is not giving up, and sometimes she's hitting the right keys without even thinking about it - and that's the goal, isn't it? To make it completely natural. Hopefully Daddy can be there at that point as well.
There is a fall recital coming up in a few short weeks, and Madison has chosen to play "Morning," by Edvard Grieg. Aren't we sophisticated? The number she has chosen to sing is a bit more relentless: it is "Tinga Layo," a song about a donkey that eats with a knife and fork. The song does not elaborate on how this is possible, or exactly what this donkey eats. It also talks, according to the first part of the song. There are a great deal of mysteries shrouded within this song, but one thing is certain: it is annoying. It gets in your head like one of those worms from "Star Trek II," and starts to control you. Without any ability to control yourself, suddenly your humming "Tinga Layo" in public places, infecting others as well. Indeed, it's like an pandemic virus that must be stopped. Our poor teacher Mrs. Pam was probably infected first, and now she's spreading it to the children. If there's one thing that Daddy would write to Santa at this point, it would be: "NO MORE TINGA LAYO PLEASE."
But the sad truth is that he's probably already infected...
There wasn't much of a surprise as to the list she created: there were a few extras we didn't see coming, but no doubt Santa isn't surprised, or even challenged for that matter.
Next week, the plan is to go and see Santa and personally hand him the letter - we'll do that probably on Monday after school.
We had a nice dinner tonight, and of course there was piano practice this afternoon after school - Daddy and Madison are getting better and better with our practice sessions. It's getting tougher though - practice has been a little more challenging lately. But we "never give up" here, and so we're somewhat caught up, although it sometimes seems we're just keeping our heads above water. But Madison is not giving up, and sometimes she's hitting the right keys without even thinking about it - and that's the goal, isn't it? To make it completely natural. Hopefully Daddy can be there at that point as well.
There is a fall recital coming up in a few short weeks, and Madison has chosen to play "Morning," by Edvard Grieg. Aren't we sophisticated? The number she has chosen to sing is a bit more relentless: it is "Tinga Layo," a song about a donkey that eats with a knife and fork. The song does not elaborate on how this is possible, or exactly what this donkey eats. It also talks, according to the first part of the song. There are a great deal of mysteries shrouded within this song, but one thing is certain: it is annoying. It gets in your head like one of those worms from "Star Trek II," and starts to control you. Without any ability to control yourself, suddenly your humming "Tinga Layo" in public places, infecting others as well. Indeed, it's like an pandemic virus that must be stopped. Our poor teacher Mrs. Pam was probably infected first, and now she's spreading it to the children. If there's one thing that Daddy would write to Santa at this point, it would be: "NO MORE TINGA LAYO PLEASE."
But the sad truth is that he's probably already infected...
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