The Middle Carrotstick is overjoyed that now NO ONE is exempt from the TORTURE of PRACTICING.
The Littlest Carrotstick is still unaware that playing the piano is not cool, that it is, in fact, another way Moms have devised to RUIN YOUR LIFE FOREVER. However, ignorance is bliss, and newly empowered with his piano-playing knowledge, he has begun compose his own songs (like many an angst-ridden teen, he wants to be a singer/songwriter and have his own band.)
Here is his first song:
It has a certain je ne sais quoi -- maybe a High School Musical quality about it?
I am now trying to get him to put music to the following lyrics --
(which I may or may not have dictated to him yesterday during church.)
Catchy, right? I'm sure it has Hit written all over it. Or at least Top 10.Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, were all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin alright. . .
Oh, La la la, de de da La la, de de da da da
5 comments:
Sounds like a hit to me!!
How cute is that. You have to love how their mom is the best thing ever when they are little.
I hope you don't mind, I found your blog and love reading it! It is so creative, I love it! You never cease to amaze me with you creativeness!
I love it. He is a doll. (We can arrange a marriage to Isabel)
Oh- and Jared plays the piano man...it's one of my favorites.
is it as good a "Pearl"?
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