So my toddler wanted to go downstairs and play with his "grabber" truck
this morning. Whilst he was playing I took the opportunity to grab the
acoustic and fiddle. I started playing Bouree
by Bach (probably the only classical piece I play, poorly I might add) when my toddler
stops playing with his truck, looks at me and says "what's that song papa?" I didn't
think he was listening. So I started playing it again and he was
watching my fingers. I smiled a grin from here to East Berlin.
A little light stuff, a little substance. A little of this, a little of that. Don't over think it. I know you won't.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
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