So-with a 3 year old nothing is dull. Nothing. Not even pounding on the piano. Of course, 3 doesn't JUST play the piano with her fingers-she uses the kitty instead. So-i came downstairs and there she was, using the kitty's hind quarters to pound out her own version of Beethoven, but only with Hannah Montana words. I had to yell at her to stop in between covering my giggles. "Sorry mom." This is her standard answer to any time of yelling with her name in it. So-not only does 3 put poor defenseless kitties into small, dark spaces, she also uses it's bum to play the piano. Should I start to worry about what i am in for?
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