There Was A Little Girl...

Who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead

And when she was good, she was very, VERY good

And when she was bad, she was HORRID!

How did the author of that little rhyme know my child so well? She is, most of the time, such a happy little girl - always grinning and charming the socks off of all but the very grumpiest citizens; but when she wants her way and doesn't get it? Run for cover!!

Yesterday, she figured out how to climb onto the piano bench all by herself! She dragged herself up there, perched on the edge of the bench, and proceeded to play. She did not want Mommy anywhere near her. She'd pound on the poor thing for a while, reach up, turn the page in the hymnbook, play some more, and so on. After a bit, she closed up the book, got down, got herself a pen, and climbed back up to play some more. I guess she was going to write her own music!

Here's a picture of our little virtuoso: (it's not very good quality because all I had handy to take it with was my phone)