me: "So, Lily, how's the pooping in the potty thing going?"
Lily: [sigh] "It's going ADAGIO, mommy. Very, very adagio. I wish it would go allegro. Or even andante. But it is going adagio."
me: [fascinated by her word choice.] "Oh, I see."
[some time passes. I catch Lily watching TV right as a sad song starts to play and her eyes just well up with tears.]
me: "Oh, Lily, baby. Did that song make you feel sad?"
Lily: [cries uncontrollably.] "It's just so sad! I'm so sad! That mean song made me feel so sad!"
me: [get her to calm down, then say...] "You know, I think you really like music. It makes you feel a lot of emotions."
me: "Would you like to learn some music? Maybe an instrument?"
Lily: "The flute! Or maybe the DRUMS!"
me: "What about the piano? I could give you piano lessons."
Lily: [shakes her head] "Oh, no, Mommy."
me: "Why, don't you like the piano?"
Lily: "Mommy, I won't be able to learn the piano unless I *listen* to you." [looks away to find something to play with.] "And that is just something I don't know how to do."
Reviewing the Mail: Week of 11/118
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