I Hate Cows...

Dad would be proud...

Back story:

My Dad is a really good musician, and he completed a disc for us and another for Rory, which we listened to this weekend. End of back story.

Rory immediately recognized his picture on the disc, and was really excited about listening to it (she really likes music). So we sat in the living room wrapping presents and listening to the album, while I told her about what she was listening to. I explained that it was her Grandpa singing, and that he really liked to sing, and that he used a guitar to make the music. Now, she has a little plastic guitar (I say little, but its really a bit too big for her), that we salvaged from a neighbor's yard sale, so I was able to show her what I meant. So, after bopping around to Dad's music for a little while (She really liked "Along the Watchtower"), Rory picked up her guitar, and proceeded to spend the WHOLE REST OF THE WEEKEND, stomping about the house, singing at the top of her lungs and strumming the guitar. What was she singing? I have no idea, but the words and music were her own. Something about turtles, purple bubbles and puppies. Over and over again. And after each song ended, she would strum the guitar with this big flourish (think Pete Townsend), and then wait for the applause.

Thanks, Dad.

posted by Kelly at 12/13/2004 08:18:00 AM