Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Today we went and looked at a house before going swimming at the YMCA. The house had a total of like... I don't know four bathrooms maybe. Lots of rooms. Lots of interesting things in the house. Plenty for a small child to see and remember including two very exciting dogs and a view of a canal. One of the bathrooms had an oddly shaped potty in it that was black. Benny tinkled in it. He has tinkled in one or more potties in just about every house we've been in. Anyway, so tonight he's in bed and I say, "What's your best thing today?" and he says in his very garbled but very excited way, and I'm paraphrasing, "When we went in the house and looked at the house and there was a black potty and it was a RECTANGULAR potty and I tinkled in it and the tinkle went down in the water and I flushed the black potty and the tinkle went down down down into someone else's house!" I mean, to even imagine that he's been saving up this excitement over a black potty that he tinkled in... saving it up without discussing it for like.... SIX HOURS until he's in bed and ruminating over the day's events... is just insane.
Today he is playing twinkle with his right hand while his left hand plays an A in the same rhythm. And he is playing an A major scale like that and also Allegro.
Today he is playing twinkle with his right hand while his left hand plays an A in the same rhythm. And he is playing an A major scale like that and also Allegro.
