I have two brothers who are musically inclined. They both play the piano. (And let me tell you, they are good at it.) On her waking moments, every time my brothers sat down to play, the little imp would come up to them and asked to be sat down too. They both can’t resist her, with her round eyes and big lashes, and oh, the bedimpled smile! (She does turn on the charm full blast when she wants something.) So they end up playing the piano with a little mouse tinkering the teeny-sounding keys at the far end. School has opened and right now both brothers are off to college. The piano is now seldom played. Yesterday, I sat down and decided to revive the short pieces I know. Just to hear music other than the one that’s playing on the radio. To my surprise, the young sprite went up to me and did her “pick me up and sit me down too” thingie with her eyes. She must have been delighted that I played the piano, too. (Technically, I don’t. My brothers just taught me these short pieces.) So there we were, mother and daughter, fighting over who gets to play the piano. Hehehe. Nah! Although it would seem to be that way `coz the Little Mozart would not let me near the keys. She would push me away, sit on her own in front of the piano and tinker her time away! She would even imitate my brothers by turning the pages of the piano piece in front of her. And she’d prefer that I not interfere, thank you, very much. I was amused and wondered if my brothers had taught her to do that. She probably saw them doing such and imitated what they did. Then I go thinking: Omigod! My daughter’s all grown up! Almost. I still have a few years before she’s off to school. But the tiny bundle of newborn joy I once held in my arms is now a beautiful, charming gal who sits on the piano and plays Mozart. sigh. When I have extra cash by the time she’s two (or three) years old, I’ll let her take piano lessons. Who knows, she could be the next Mozart.